A palm takes years to give you anything, then gives for a lifetime. Head Hawk Touch 16g comes on a 200-metre reel — 660 feet, roughly sixteen racquets — a monofilament at 1.30 mm built around Head's Crystal Core Technology, which is what gives this one its softer, more controlled character.
Sixteen gauge is the durable end of the range, and Touch is the comfortable end of the Hawk family, so the combination is the long-lasting, arm-friendly option.
Bath is the correct city for a conversation about waiting. The Roman Baths were built from around AD 70 at the springs the Romans called Aquae Sulis, where the water comes up at 46 degrees after a journey of thousands of years down through the limestone and back.
The complex put bathing halls beside a temple to Sulis Minerva, the local British goddess fused with the Roman one, and over a hundred curse tablets — thin lead sheets asking for divine retribution against thieves — came out of the spring and are now on the UNESCO Memory of the World register.
The whole thing was buried and forgotten after the Romans left and dug out again in stages from 1727; the terrace and the statues around the green pool are Victorian, added in the 1890s.
Up the hill, the Royal Crescent is thirty Georgian houses in one enormous curve behind a giant Ionic colonnade, finished in the 1770s by John Wood the Younger — and the fronts are uniform while the backs are not remotely, because buyers bought the facade and then built whatever they liked behind it.
Bath Abbey carries angels climbing stone ladders up its west front, some of them head first, after Bishop Oliver King dreamt them around 1499 and put his dream on the outside of the building for everybody to look at forever.
And Pulteney Bridge crosses the Avon with shops along the whole span on both sides, so from the middle you cannot tell you are on a bridge at all; Robert Adam designed it in the 1770s on Italian ideas, and there are only a handful like it left anywhere.
You will string from this reel everywhere from a club court in Bath to an indoor hall in Bristol, twenty minutes west, and by the way, it is also perfect for a long slow afternoon on the weir below Pulteney Bridge, which has been doing the same thing at the same speed for a very long time and intends to continue.
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