Over to Bristol today. No real reason, just fancied getting out and Bristol is close and has some stuff there.
Took a different route today, as usually we go by car, so took the choochoo out of Severn Tunnel and 25 mins later we were in Bristol. Blumming train was packed again – as usual, so we stood up all the way, then we had to buy our tickets once arrived as no one bothered walking through the carriage – 12 quid for the three of us is cheaper than driving.
Took a quick look at the triathlon shop, which was smaller and hotter than I would have liked – spend 20 seconds looking at the wetsuits then nearly fainted so had to get out into the air ;o) Off into Bristol proper, and as another change, we headed over to the docks. It was quite chilly, and went past the Ostrich which I bet is packed in the Summer, then over to M-Shed. Nearly got run over by a 50 ton loco, travelling at 1.2 miles an hour and had a quick look in the M-Shed museum, then, as it happened there was a boat race today, so we watch Bristol have their arses handed to them by someone I thought was called UWE (but then realised that UWE is actually Bristol).
Into town proper and time for nosh, saw an interesting band on the other side of the dock, but it was too cold for any nonsense so we walked to Cafe Amour – which is supposed to be great – but we didn’t know how to work it. It has a counter where you queue, and two floors and loads of Higgily Piggley tables, none of which appeared to be free. But we didn’t know if you got a table first, then ordered, or ordered then found a seat – far too complicated, as if you found a table a- then went to order then table wouldn’t be there when you got back – odd.
So Kate had a quick Greggs, then we went to this place in St Nicks market which is supposed to do great pulled pork. It doesn’t. It didn’t look great, so we went to the pub for a livener first – then tempted fate. I have been waiting 20 years for a pulled pork roll – and it was okay, but nothing more. Very disappointing. Then we walked around for a bit back into the center and I bought a fruit bowl to use for my chinese and Indians. We watched a quietly, shouty Aussie do some “magic” in the street – then headed back to the train with a thought of having a cheeky beer if we had to wait for the train. As luck (or not) would have it there was a train waiting on the platform for us – to whisk us on our merry way home.
Like Bristol, not happy with the pork. Will have to be sausage and mash when I return on Thurs…