After my numerous heart attacks, and white knuckles and the urge to throw up at every roundabout craziness known to (most of) the world as driving on the wrong side of the road, plus in our case, through the winding countryside roads in rain and high wind getting to Bath from Stratford-Upon-Avon, we finally arrived at ten in the morning and parked our car in the paid parking lot – hoping to grab breakfast and then sightsee about the town. 261 more words