Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Thursday, 8 December 2016
Services to tourism
Last night I met up with an old client who has turned into a friend, because every Christmas time he comes to Bath and rents the most interesting property he can find for a few days. He loves organisations like The Landmark Trust and The National Trust. This year he took General Wade's house, which is in spitting-distance of Bath Abbey (literally, if you are a good spitter) and - right now - the Bath Christmas Market. I know which one I would rather spit on.
Normally he arrives with his wife, but this year he has come with a fellow barrister who is very recently bereaved. So recently bereaved in fact - his wife's funeral was last Friday. Because I have never met this man before, I do not know if he is always as simultaneously abrupt and considerate in equal measure, but I would imagine that his emotional state is extremely turbulent right now, and I admire him for just getting out of the house as he has. His worst times are yet to come.
So I had a view of Bath last night when I delivered a present to them, which I have never seen before. The vast illuminated West Front of the Abbey as seen from General Wade's study. Sorry, no time to take a photo.
I arrived at the huge front door with a parcel under my overcoated arm, and rang the doorbell. I looked round to see a large group of tourists watching a real resident pay a visit to a famous building and whoever lived in it. Some of them were taking photographs.
It occurred to me that the scene must have looked to them to be straight out of a Charles Dickens book, and I was glad that I had not cut my hair. Hopefully I enhanced their Christmas Market experience.