There was a fair amount of travelling today. Some of us would perhaps say too much but I would keep quiet on account of our detour to Padstow being on my wish list.
Yes, it’s because of Rick Stein; No, I make no apologies for liking his slightly bumbling presentation. I enjoy his programmes despite not being a great fan of seafood. And Padstow? We all loved it despite the rain
and I was only a little star-struck.
Then it was the long haul to Bristol,
made even longer by our growling stomachs and the search for a park.
But wandering around this incredibly funky city made it all worth it; Shame the Old Vic was wrapped up in scaffolding and tarpaulins but such is life.
We splashed out on lunch (at 3.45!), dining at a restaurant right on the canal. A query of our waitress as to the travel time to Cardiff had her expand with joy. Only two weeks into her studies at Bristol University, she proudly expounded the beauty, charm, wonder and joy of her home town. “Of course, you have to pay to get in,” she informed us, alluding to the bridge tolls,
“You don’t get that much ‘Cool’ for free!”