It was a surprisingly easy two hour drive up to Bristol last night. I'm staying with third cousins here for two nights as tomorrow I'm meeting up with friends and finally heading out for a ski this winter.
With a proper chilly start to the day, I was well chufffed to see a brilliant blue sky. After a lazy morning including sleeping in, entertaining the kids, drinking tea and eating copious amounts of coffee cake, behind us - we headed out for me to be shown around Bristol.
Driving past the Downs (strangely on the top of the hill) I heard of the city's profiting from the slave trade, which is reflected in such placenames as White Lady Road & Black Boy Hill. Down to underneath the famous Clifton Suspension Bridge we were following the Avon up to the old docks.
I was intrigued that there was such a thing as a free parking lot so close to town. But there was and soon the kids were in the buggy and the manic dog was running in circles as we wandered into the centre of town taking our time to feed ducks that weren't skating on the ice. As I got sidetracked by old cranes and trains on the dockside and there were plenty of people also out enjoying the sunshine, it was a little while before we finally sat down for lunch.
The sun was sinking as we emerged for the return trip, which was quite chilly as we strolled at a Dotty (two year old) pace back to the car, curiously bumping into Ollie's brother and his family heading the other direction. Now we are back at home and I'm sat in front of a roaring fire with tea and more cake watching The Princess Bride, all is well.
(Annoyingly, my shoulder operation has been pushed back a month.)