The spa city of Bath has always had some form of Human habitation around it since Neolithic times. When a source of water is found it naturally means that humans will look to build a settlement around it. The spring at Bath was no exception and the when it was discovered a small village took root. Because our ancestors were not big on science they believed that it was sent by a Goddess. There weren’t to know it was as a result of the complex geological makeup of the sandstone base that Bath sits on in the lea of the Cotswolds as it is. Nor did they know about things like water tables and artesian wells. As with anything that can’t be explained it’s magic or the work of the Gods/Goddesses until we do understand it then its science.
This situation happily carried on for years until want accounts for infrastructure got the word out that there was this magical spring where the water was warm without being heated beforehand and you felt much better if you’d drank it or had a bath in it. Cue then queues of Iron Age Kings turning up with their retainers and court to have a go. They have kept the Letting agents Bath busy if they’d intended to lengthen their stay. It’s a shame they never had to be able to see what was out there.
This was nothing compared to when the Romans turned up. Contrary to popular relief the Romans were not just a military based operation when it came to building their Empire. They would turn up or do a bit of raiding to get the attention of the local tribes and with their superior weapons and tactics they then usually knocked the local tribes army into the middle of next week before calling a halt and suddenly suing for peace. They then sent out emissaries to try and convince the local leaders that they could be living in a nice internally warmed house made of dressed stone rather than a thatched round house with an open fire in the middle.
When they came upon Bath the emissary there did some of his best work. Trying to curry favour the local Shaman showed him the spring. The Roman asked who it was devoted to and what was she like. After a short chat the Roman emissary remarked at how similar the goddess sounded to their one of Sulae. Could they possibly pop a little shrine in next to the old one? Not wanting to offend the powerful invaders the locals said of course. And as the years roll by the old shrine got slowly overtaken by the new and the town of Aquae Sulis was born.