Bath was wonderful in that much of the attributes of a historical city was intact. Something I look for in England is the England Enid Blyton describes in her books, but that is not that prevalent in what I have seen thus far – except of course I appreciate that Enid Blyton’s books are now close to if not more than fifty years old. Amie, who came with me to Bath is from Devon and according to her Devon is still very much Enid Blyton’s England. I can faintly recall Devon being mentioned in one of Enid Blyton’s books – first book of Famous Five perhaps.
Bath had a very traditional fudge shop, where staff were clad in very tradition victorian attire and were inviting people to sample their traditional fudges. A ‘fudge’ in England, for those of you who have not tasted it is very much like the ‘Kiri Toffee’ in Sri Lanka, albeit a softer version that dissolves easily in the mouth but breaks into small pieces when bitten. I say this because someone may have stolen the name ‘fudge’ and totally misrepresenting it in Sri Lanka.
Below are some of the portraits I took of the ‘fudge people’. Apologies that this one here is over exposed.
And my favourite of the two.
As photographs, not to the best of my liking. Just to document my travels.