The word "bathed" is correct and can be used in written English.
It is typically used as a transitive verb, meaning that it is an action that an object undergoes, and is usually used in the past tense form. For example, "The children bathed in the cool summer lake".
They came by train or paddle steamer, bathed in the sea, or in one of the 20-odd types of bath in the Granville Hotel, and strolled around the town's Georgian and Regency terraces and squares.
When he came to give a talk at the college, the room was packed with business students of many nationalities who lapped up his observations on design and branding and bathed him in admiration and affection.
I mostly made beds, bathed patients and measured jugs of urine.
In his live performances he is a master of that kind of conviction: his most recent show, at Radio City Music Hall in New York, a staging of his latest album Swanlights, saw him bathed in the green glow of lasers, accompanied by a 60-piece orchestra while keening rapturously about a vision of "being dead, underwater and filled with crystals of light".
This very seldom happened - only before show days - and once after he was bathed for Rydal show he just took off and disappeared.
The red carpet runs up the steps of the Palais, bathed in sunlight, patrolled by goons, and overlooked by the milling crowds down on the Croisette.
After a Christmas Day that saw much of the country bathed in brilliant sunshine, Britain has been warned to prepare for a bleak midwinter when, as Christina Rossetti observed, "frosty wind made moan/ Earth stood hard as iron/ Water like a stone".
Am Buachaille, a rocky sea stack, stood guard-like to one side, the giant grey slabs which cut into the sea were bathed in frothing waves, and the dim glow of the Cape Wrath lighthouse sent out a muted white beam beyond the cliffs to my right.
"Mom bathed us on the back porch in a No 2 washtub.
Occasionally you see erect cocks bathed in late afternoon sunlight by a shimmering lake and hypnotic sounds of cicadas mixed with men grunting as they shoot their load.
Bennett writes about – and also for – the neglected half of Britain that is neither bathed in the glow of London's excitement and prosperity, nor culturally distinct enough to be governed by devolved institutions.
