Long shadows and the patches of frosted grass was a reminder that winter`s far from over,despite the warmth from the sun in the shelter of the woods: wouldn`t have been that surprised to have heard a woodpecker.
All very bright and sparkly though,
with plenty of other bird activity and the odd bunny skipping about taunting the dogs.
It did sweep away the after-effects of yesterday`s 10 hour train trip but in truth much of the weekend in the aforementioned city (Bristol) was spent walking, how else to explore an unfamiliar place?
More than worth it too: old and new buildings jostling for space, a fun market* and good food.**
And on the subject of food, greengrocers galore (why aren`t there any to speak of north of Edinburgh?
With at least three pubs down every side street, or so it seemed, several with fascinating histories***,lots of live music and good beer not to mention a boat devoted entirely to cider, a good time was had by all even if sleep was in short supply.
Then it was on to a nonagenarian birthday (the usual sort of debauched riot you would expect.....the pics are frankly un-publishable.......) before returning to the relative sanity of life on a hill in the middle of nowhere - but then it`s the fools on the hill who see the sun going down and the world spinning round isn`t it?
* http://www.stnicholasmarketbristol.co.uk/
**http://bristolculture.wordpress.com/2010/02/03/cafe-royce-rolls-st-nicholas-market-bristol-cafes
*** http://www.7stars.co.uk/history.htm
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