Back in early November, we escaped the city for a weekend in beautiful, autumnal Bristol. I wanted to share these (already tardy) snapshots before they seem obsolete. It was as cosy and relaxing as we hoped – catching up with friends, lattes at the Watershed, crawling Clifton’s pubs, a lipsmacking Sunday roast at the Vaults, naps in our bolthole apartment opposite the Lido, flea market wanders, crunching through the leaves in Brandon Hill, admiring vintage single speeds chained to lamp-posts and our faces reflected in inky puddles.
The whole weekend was really a walking tour of the places that once comprised my life. Closed tight like a fist, my world contained in these small streets. Where I lived and studied, biked, laughed, cried, was. And somehow it’s three years since I left and mostly, I’ve forgotten to miss it. That November weekend put an end to that; weekly, we talk now of our one-day maybe-someday life in this hilltop oasis, our house perched on a slope, his job at the university, our one-day babes tumbling through the park. We’ll see.
Some Bristolian favourites, this time round…
+ Friday night Scrabble and pints of cider under the heaters at The Lansdowne
+ Sunday roasts and a few rounds of dominoes at the Highbury Vaults
+ A mostly vegan feast of small plates, shared between six friends, at Flow (in the renovated Bear Pit)
+ The moving memorial to the Battle of the Somme on College Green
+ Scaling Cabot Tower in Brandon Hill Park
+ Park St’s charity shops (which seem to have multiplied since I lived there)
+ Falafel at Cafe Kino, street art in Stokes Croft
+ Saturday perusing at St Nick’s Market and a veggie pie from Pieminster
Have you been to Bristol?