When we got in the cab outside the train station in Bath, it was raining and traffic was blocked because of construction. Lauren gave the driver the address and without humor he said, “I think I know where it is.” When he pulled up in front of The Lynwood House five minutes later, I said “You did find it!” and he laughed.
We arrived a little before lunch and were able to get into our room immediately. Jeff, part of the inn’s innkeeper-couple, explained how to fill out the breakfast card noting selections and seating time, and said that our tour to Stonehenge the following day was confirmed. We rested for just a moment, gathered our rain gear, and headed out into Bath.
We never again traveled the route the cab took that first morning, but we walked to and from Bath’s town center several times over the next two days, including the last morning when we walked to the train station. Jeff cooked our breakfast to order and served us at a long dining table in a room brightened by the skylight and the glass doors looking out onto the garden.