Todays adventure to track down William Arnold
Trip Start Dec 26, 2005
27Trip End Mar 01, 2006
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Then on the road again to find the final resting place for whom we now affectionately call Cannon. (William Arnold Mathews as his father was William Mathews this minimises confusion). Click here for the adventure of the last day of grandpa's grandpa.
So during our adventure we stopped for lunch Bath is a clean city people seem to have a washed look about them give you some what a sinking feeling plugged by its treasured beauty. Ok fair cop enough of that, lets just say those that said it was worth seeing were right it is a lovely old yet modern city very buzzing and busy, had a feeling of Rome and Paris.
The feeling of it being or tourism jet the people there walked by these sights as if they we not even there as you look in awe and take photos you see them with a questioning look why does he find it so fascinating as they look to see if maybe you have seen something they have missed. Like anything it become second nature and common like anything in our live if it's always there it is take for granted but once removed yearned after.
The Roman Bath tour was amazing and fascinating the story that went with the history was even more fun. If I lived back then this would be where you would have live hopefully before they made everyone wear clothes but before when it was all free and naked. It would have been the place to live for sure.
Had a quick look at the Abbey before we made our way back to the car along the last walk of the Cannon. When we got home we had haggis for dinner as it was Burns day the day before and since it was Australia day today we decide to mix the two new found heritages into one meal like a haggis.
It is an amazing creature the Haggis apparently the males left two legs are shorter than its right two legs so it can only walk around Haggis hill in Scotland in one direction other wise it rolls off and dies. The females legs are opposite with the right two legs shorter so opposite to the male and they have to walk around the whole mountain in different directions to find each other and the male is always on the bottom for mating and when the female hops off she is the wrong way on the mountain and legs are to short on the low side so she rolls off and dies. There is a myth going around that said it is the male that actually dies after copulation. Who knows anyway the haggis tastes good and it was a fun night.