The night before departure, it’s always an emotional time for me. Standing out on the balcony I look out over the city, breathing in the cold, moist autumn air. Night, I feel, gives me an anonymity and with that the comfort and space for reflection. It will be a few months before I am back here, but I look forward to the return.
The Promenade, Bristol,…
…and it’s beautiful Beach trees.
🧳 Packing and getting ready to move on tomorrow.
A local keeping an eye on the street below.
Climbing down into the belly of the Avon Gorge, through the Giants Cave, Bristol.
A Sunday morning walk that took us past Brunel’s Clifton Suspension Bridge. The bridge opened in 1864, and I always find it quite something that the bridge can still carry modern vehicles (though nothing larger than cars).
The silence and stillness of a Sunday morning.
Hot air balloons over Bristol yesterday evening. The weather was glorious for a week into October, but I imagine that it was cold up there. 🥶
Bath is a beautiful city which itself became a World Heritage Site in 1987. I’d forgotten how much so. I haven’t visited for many years. It is only fifteen minutes up the track from Bristol. By chance some friends from Maui were visiting there last night and so my wife jumped on a train to have dinner with them. Afterwards we wandered back through the city, a city of Roman remains and Georgian architecture, to the train station.
Bath Cathedral
Walking through the city
City center
Hot baths
Georgian columns
Moss catching the first rays of morning sunlight.
When you fly half way round the world to see your mum. Then another relative flies in to see everyone, this one is exposed to COVID, is very casual about it indicating that they are fine, subsequently gets it, and then everyone in the apartment has their own views on how to be around COVID. Aaahhhhh…..(runs around like a demented cartoon character, arms flailing).
Got to keep those visiting, thirsty dogs hydrated.
Good morning Bristol.
We spent the day in Bruton, Somerset, exploring the town, having a delicious lunch and visiting the Hauser & Wirth Museum with gardens designed by Piet Oudolf.
Are British kettles more powerful than those in the US, is it the voltage difference, or does my mother just have a super charged kettle? Water definitely boils quicker here.
Visiting family is wonderful but exhausting. I’ll need a vacation when this vacation is over.
Catching up on some photographs from the last few days. We went down to visit Windmill Hill City Farm a few days ago. Set on four acres in the center of the city of Bristol, it has grown so much over the decades that I didn’t recognize it. An inspiring venture and the first of its kind in Bristol.
Oh my, a major update to Tot has just been released. It includes line spacing, something that I had requested for my aging eyes. Thank you to the folks at The Iconfactory for that. And for those who wish to carry Tot around with them on their wrist, there is now a Apple Watch app.
I’m wanting to “go it alone” with Apple Maps, but Google Maps I’m still finding is more accurate. Apple had us walking 25 minutes between two destinations, Google 10 minutes. A phone to call to the venue had Google was the more accurate, and for my mother that was very important.
It has been a busy few days, while managing jet lag at the same time. I have so enjoyed being mum again, my sister and her husband and walking the streets of Bristol. At the same time, the silence of this early morning is pure gold. Nourishing.