Yesterday slid past me as if I wasn't there. I couldn't muster the energy to walk and my short trip by car to the supermarket just made me want to come home and lock the door. I could see myself sliding into an "I don't know what day it is and I don't care" state.
I refuse to accept that.
So, this morning, I got up early and went for a walk in the bright morning sunshine.
Here's what I saw.
Eighty-two years ago this month, the street I was walking along took a stray bomb during the Baedeker Raids. The space to the right of the house in this picture is where the bomb hit. It was converted into a garden.
When this road was almost at the edge of the city, builders would buy a plot and then put up whatever they thought would sell, so just along from the Georgian townhouse in the picture above you get a much more modest set of Georgian rowhouses. I like the nice cheerful colours.
At the end of the road, I headed down the hill towards the parts of Bath Jane Austen spent time in. It has some grand architecture but I still have a soft spot for the quirky bits, like this little extension that I saw along the way. It seems to me it was added with impertinence and optimism to the grander buildings.
One of the big set-pieces of Georgian architecture in Bath is The Circus. It's a set of townhouses, built in a circle by John Wood between 1754 and 1768 (Yes, I had to look that up). The buildings are impressive but my favourite thing about The Circus is the huge London Plane trees at its centre. They weren't part of Woods' design. He'd created an open plaza. They were put in by the residents around 1800 or so and I think they made the whole place more human.
The road you can see across The Circus leads to The Royal Crescent.
This was, and still is, the poshest address in Bath. If you look closely, you'll see a line to the right of the trees that crosses in front of the Crescent. This is one of the Hahas that comes up in novels like "Mansfield Park". It's a three-foot drop, built into the slope to keep sheep off the lawn.
When I moved to Bath, way back in the 1980s, our first apartment was in the rowhouses you can see behind the Crescent. They were built as a windbreak for the Crescent. When we moved into them they were just being rescued from decades of having been cheap bedsits for students.
So, that was my walk this morning. I feel much better for having taken it. It's also nice to have a place to share it. It makes me look more closely at the things that I've seen so many times that I'm in danger of taking them for granted.