While I was south, I took an over-packed sardine like can of a train to Briftol. The sun shone. I visited galleries at the Museum, the RWA, the Arnolfini and other small ones. A few cafes, the Millennium square near the old docks too where I noticed the ice-cream van here and met Martin Parr on his Specialized bike just about about to snap up the hoardes. Seemed a nice chap anyway.
The old place seems to have changed a bit since I lived there.
You'll pleased to hear I survived and the train back to Somerset wasn't so bad either.
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Too many people!
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