“I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.”
— Oscar Wilde
S and I took a train to Bath to check out Bladud’s pigs and buy jewellery. And to take a stack of photos of general touristy things for a travel article I’d forgotten about.
I kept the camera set to aperture priority and didn’t – couldn’t – take off my sunglasses. (My skin isn’t the only thing that’s overly sensitive to light.) My eyes don’t like the sun either. It’s why British weather and I have always got on so well.
Anyway, ended up with some great photos, taken no where near the golden hour, but looking like they might have been. For our personal albums. I didn’t manage as much Oxfam as S (although I can go to town at the bookstore on Marylebone) but I did help out with the icecream.