We bought a very cheap bread, only 49 pence, but very hard-crusted. Only MonKee managed to cut the bread. We follow google map, ended up in the area of Bath. But, after a few pusing-pusing in the area, still didn't manage to reach the tourist attraction area. On the other hand, we discovered RSPCA, the Royal Society of Prevention Cruelty to Animals.
The place is well organised.
They keep track of details of each dog and cat.
"Gated community" for dogs.
"Terrace house" for dogs.
Personally, I like cats. I find that the accommodation for cats is more comfortable. They have indoor and outdoor space. On the indoor side, they have comfy cushions; on the outdoor side, they do their business on the cat litter.
Outdoor side of a cat kernel.
Door leading to the outdoor side.
Cat litter.
Details about the cat are stated clearly.
Pussy cat in a clam-shell cushion.
Pussy cat posing for camera shot.
Arrogant pussy cat that doesn't bother to look at me.
How I wish I can sleep in such a comfy cushion.
Pussy cat covered in a blanket.
Clown cat.
Smiling cat.
Graveyard of cats and dogs. By the time we reached the Bath town center, it's already 3 pm. So, we decided to jiu-di-jie-jue our lunch.
We can eat anywhere. Lunch at the car boot.
This is our "table" setting for "fine dining".
The angel-climbing staircase
Can see the ang-moh rushing to do last-minute Christmas shopping at the town of Bath
Roman Bath. As the name suggests, you can take a bath here. Britain's only hot springs, built by the Roman people.
Again, we're too kiam-siap to pay entrance fee. So, just grab a photo at the lobby.
Day light view of the abbey.
Night view of the abbey. I learned that a chapel is a small church; a church is a church, an abbey is a bigger church; and a cathedral is the biggest church.
Crescent. The houses form a bulan sabit.
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