Out and about in Bristol today. Went down in the morning to do a little bit of shopping returns in Cabot Circus. Its really quite a good place to go now, with the new “mall” thing, and easy parking – and the bays were big enough for the car. M32 can bit a pain, but we sailed straight in around 11:00. and spend an hour or so mooching around the place.
Once returned, we made our way to Clifton, a “village” on the top of Bristol – its a village in the London sense of the word – as it is plainly not actually a village, but it likes to dress itself up as one. The last time I was here was probably about 20 years ago, when I can for a breakfast in a famous place, which I cannot remember much of. Biggest pain in Clifton is parking.
We circled three times before deciding to cross the suspension bridge and park on the street on the other side. After a bit of faff, we secured a parking space and walked back over the bridge. 50p for cars, but free for walkers, it really is quite impressive, its high, its suspended and it now has a security fence to stop all the jumpers. It was too high for me, I am pretty sure I couldn’t do a bungee anymore. Over we went and into Clifton proper – even though we had parked on the other side it only took 5 mins to get across, then into the village itself to find a pub and some food.
We were going to go to the terrace bar at the White Lion, but could see it was packed – so we decided to go there later. Onward and into the village, passed old Georgian houses which looked a lot like Bath. Found what looked like a nice pub, which it might have been, but no for us, so after a quick coke and moldy Smirnoff we let Kate take us to a sandwich shop. I had a “doorstep” sausage sanger. It was massive, good job my gob is too. Nice and full we wondered around a little more, and Sian took us past her old digs and told us stories of yesterworld.
Once full of Clifton (want to go to the chippy next time), we ambled back down to the White Liuon which has a large terrace area with a great view of the bridge and the gorge. It was packed. It was sunny mind. The service was shite, and we queued for a fair while for our expensive drinks and just managed to get a table and steal a few chairs. It was hot, it was sunny and we had alcohol – fab. We assembled some Lego figures and before we knew it we had to leave. Another walk over the heights – not so bad this time, and home.
Got back and the sun was still out, so nipped to the local for a couple in the last of the autumn sun.
Nice day – like Clifton (and Bristol).