My golden Friday

My golden Friday

Who thought up the term “Black Friday”? Do folk not realise how language affects our minds and attitudes?

Moving on – the “boss” and I travelled to Bath on Wednesday to concentrate on some Christmas shopping. By mid – morning we were in Shires Yard, watching the world go by and supping coffee at Jamie’s Deli, before the big shop.

The whole city felt relaxed and festive and the shop staff were still chipper before the last minute rush drains them. By the end of the day I looked like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman – arms full of smart carriers and a smug look on my face because the present list was all ticked. Result!

We always stay at the Queensberry Hotel in the centre of Bath and usually dine in their Olive Tree Restaurant downstairs. This time it was better than ever and the staff were up for the banter I so enjoy while I am dining.

After a good night’s sleep and a “full English” we were ready for the first day of the Bath Christmas Market. Over 170 chalets dotted around Bath Abbey, with all their twinkling lights and bonhomie creating a brilliant seasonal mood.

Happy shoppers, relaxed and cheerful tradespeople, good quality crafts and the finest food purveyors in the South West all joining forces to make the visit memorable. Many of the food producers can be seen on the Armada Pinterest boards and our Instagram.

Above the sound of piped Christmas music I could hear children singing, so of course I had to find them and watch and listen. In front of Bath Abbey the choir of The Academy of Trinity were entertaining the sea of visitors. Thirty 8/9 year olds had moves as good as any on Strictly and when they took on “Hey Jude” my first thought was move over McCartney, you and your chums were never as good as this. On looking around the adoring crowd, all you could see were tourist and locals wiping away their tears. Priceless!

I may have to pay a little more to do my Christmas shopping in Bath but those who use Black Friday will never enjoy the beauty and joy of Bath or add these experiences to the memory locker.

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