Georgian Bath - The Magical Meeting Place

We all thought, that we should not know here what to do with ourselves, Time would hang so heavy on our hands in a strange Place: but, on the contrary... we have no Respite. All is Hurry Hurry. We have had repeated visits...

With that realisation, at once startled and gratified, the quiet country parson, John Penrose, in 1766 began his visit to the great resort city of Bath, seeking a cure for his gouty leg. With his wife and eldest daughter, he was rapidly immersed into the hustle and bustle of urban sociability. He was impressed by the company, pleased by the shops, dazzled by the new architecture and house furnishings, amused at the 'fantastick Pride' of fashionable attire, edified by the well-attended church sermons, gratified by seeing Prime Minister Pitt in the Pump Room, and himself assisted by drinking the spa-waters.