rhythmaning: (sunset)
After our boozy dinner (though not too boozy – what with me being unwell and everyone else looking after kids and stuff), I walked back to the centre of Bristol. I tend not to walk around cities much in the middle of the night, so I was surprised by how busy it was. There were people everywhere – very drunk people, mostly, and a lot of police watching the very drunk people. They all seemed to be staggering much more than I had the day before; but then they weren’t driving, too.

We were all meeting up for lunch, so I had a morning to kill. Actually, that makes it sound like a chore: it wasn’t at all. I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

I wanted to go to the Red Lodge
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rhythmaning: (sunset)
After our boozy dinner (though not too boozy – what with me being unwell and everyone else looking after kids and stuff), I walked back to the centre of Bristol. I tend not to walk around cities much in the middle of the night, so I was surprised by how busy it was. There were people everywhere – very drunk people, mostly, and a lot of police watching the very drunk people. They all seemed to be staggering much more than I had the day before; but then they weren’t driving, too.

We were all meeting up for lunch, so I had a morning to kill. Actually, that makes it sound like a chore: it wasn’t at all. I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

I wanted to go to the Red Lodge
Read more... )
rhythmaning: (cat)
I woke up early and gazed at the cathedral in the dawn, and then slept some more.

When I finally got up, I was still unsteady on my feet. I walked around the cathedral, staring at the ceiling. It was astounding beautiful.

My ongoing confusion about charges to see around cathedrals was – well, ongoing: there was no charge at Bristol to either look or take pictures. Instead, I left a contribution: I had to go to the shop to get change, and the woman behind the cash desk expressed surprise and thanks when I gave five pounds; I didn’t think it was much for the hour or so I spent wandering around.

I had lunch, and then went back and dozed for the afternoon; then I showered and walked back to G.’s: a mutual friend, an old schoolfriend of mine – and his wife and three children – were visiting from New Zealand (the large number of visitors – not least children – explains why I was in a hotel rather than staying chez G.!) Children were paraded, adults sat around talking – there was a lot of talk of dying, or, more correctly, its aftermath: grief, emotions, and how people work through it.

A lot of wine was drunk – including by me, so I must have been feeling a lot better (though I also drank gallons of water – as if I were flushing something out of my system).

It was a very good evening, surrounded by old friends. I really must visit New Zealand again! Now that would be a good trip…
rhythmaning: (cat)
I woke up early and gazed at the cathedral in the dawn, and then slept some more.

When I finally got up, I was still unsteady on my feet. I walked around the cathedral, staring at the ceiling. It was astounding beautiful.

My ongoing confusion about charges to see around cathedrals was – well, ongoing: there was no charge at Bristol to either look or take pictures. Instead, I left a contribution: I had to go to the shop to get change, and the woman behind the cash desk expressed surprise and thanks when I gave five pounds; I didn’t think it was much for the hour or so I spent wandering around.

I had lunch, and then went back and dozed for the afternoon; then I showered and walked back to G.’s: a mutual friend, an old schoolfriend of mine – and his wife and three children – were visiting from New Zealand (the large number of visitors – not least children – explains why I was in a hotel rather than staying chez G.!) Children were paraded, adults sat around talking – there was a lot of talk of dying, or, more correctly, its aftermath: grief, emotions, and how people work through it.

A lot of wine was drunk – including by me, so I must have been feeling a lot better (though I also drank gallons of water – as if I were flushing something out of my system).

It was a very good evening, surrounded by old friends. I really must visit New Zealand again! Now that would be a good trip…
rhythmaning: (sunset)
My hotel had a truly wonderful view across to the cathedral: it looked amazing.

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rhythmaning: (sunset)
My hotel had a truly wonderful view across to the cathedral: it looked amazing.

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I drove from Edinburgh to Bristol. The roads in Edinburgh are in a state of chaos, in part due to tram works, which made it particularly difficult to leave the city: both my favourite and second favourite routes out of town were inaccessible, and what with the Mound being closed and most of Haymarket too, I have to weave my way around the roadworks (heading west and then back east) before I could head south down the A701, through Broughton, past the Devil’s Beef Tub, onto the M74 and then down the M6.

It was a long drive, made longer by an accident that brought the M6 to a standstill – it was on the northbound carriageway, but they closed the southbound route too to allow the air ambulance to land and police and fire engines to get to the site.

It was, though, a great drive, despite the guilt that I was actually driving rather than in the train. (I couldn’t get to all the places I wanted to by train: I made full use of having a car.)

Six or seven hours later I was heading east along the A4 into Bristol, thinking fond, amorous thoughts brought on by Leigh Woods, ducking beneath the suspension bridge and heading straight to my hotel.

I checked in, dumped my bags in the room, and headed back down the stairs to move my car.

And I fell over.
Humpty Dumpty... )
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I drove from Edinburgh to Bristol. The roads in Edinburgh are in a state of chaos, in part due to tram works, which made it particularly difficult to leave the city: both my favourite and second favourite routes out of town were inaccessible, and what with the Mound being closed and most of Haymarket too, I have to weave my way around the roadworks (heading west and then back east) before I could head south down the A701, through Broughton, past the Devil’s Beef Tub, onto the M74 and then down the M6.

It was a long drive, made longer by an accident that brought the M6 to a standstill – it was on the northbound carriageway, but they closed the southbound route too to allow the air ambulance to land and police and fire engines to get to the site.

It was, though, a great drive, despite the guilt that I was actually driving rather than in the train. (I couldn’t get to all the places I wanted to by train: I made full use of having a car.)

Six or seven hours later I was heading east along the A4 into Bristol, thinking fond, amorous thoughts brought on by Leigh Woods, ducking beneath the suspension bridge and heading straight to my hotel.

I checked in, dumped my bags in the room, and headed back down the stairs to move my car.

And I fell over.
Humpty Dumpty... )
rhythmaning: (sunset)
In the last week, I have had a great time. I have also been a little, weirdly, ill.

I…
  • drove down to Bristol, rushing down the A701 through hills and heather, to get caught in a long traffic jam on the M6
  • lost all adequate sense of balance, whilst sober, leading me to collapse to the right
  • spent an evening and a morning in bed, lest I fall over
  • spent a good couple of days in the company of old friends
  • visited two cathedrals – one in Bristol, one in Oxford
  • went to the Tudor House and Bristol City Museum, where I looked at glass and silver and dinosaurs and pianos (all at the same time!)
  • wandered through the stones of Avebury, my heart breaking
  • found some old, fascinating family history
  • had dinner at All Souls with A. and lunch at Blackwell’s with [livejournal.com profile] white_hart (a bit dangerous, I thought, meeting in a bookshop…)
  • finally saw the Killing Machine, “a theatrical meditation on capital punishment, inspired by Franz Kafka’s In the Penal Colony”, which wasn’t working the last three times I tried to see it
  • drove up the east coast back to Edinburgh
  • sopped off for a few hours at Yorkshire Sculpture Park, where I have meant to visit for many, many years; it was brilliant, wonderful, and I had a really good time. Lunch was good, too…


I took 325 photographs; so over the next few weeks, I may even write about all this a little bit more.
rhythmaning: (sunset)
In the last week, I have had a great time. I have also been a little, weirdly, ill.

I…
  • drove down to Bristol, rushing down the A701 through hills and heather, to get caught in a long traffic jam on the M6
  • lost all adequate sense of balance, whilst sober, leading me to collapse to the right
  • spent an evening and a morning in bed, lest I fall over
  • spent a good couple of days in the company of old friends
  • visited two cathedrals – one in Bristol, one in Oxford
  • went to the Tudor House and Bristol City Museum, where I looked at glass and silver and dinosaurs and pianos (all at the same time!)
  • wandered through the stones of Avebury, my heart breaking
  • found some old, fascinating family history
  • had dinner at All Souls with A. and lunch at Blackwell’s with [livejournal.com profile] white_hart (a bit dangerous, I thought, meeting in a bookshop…)
  • finally saw the Killing Machine, “a theatrical meditation on capital punishment, inspired by Franz Kafka’s In the Penal Colony”, which wasn’t working the last three times I tried to see it
  • drove up the east coast back to Edinburgh
  • sopped off for a few hours at Yorkshire Sculpture Park, where I have meant to visit for many, many years; it was brilliant, wonderful, and I had a really good time. Lunch was good, too…


I took 325 photographs; so over the next few weeks, I may even write about all this a little bit more.
rhythmaning: (bottle)
Some of the photographs I took by candle light came out ok (several didn’t, of course – but I like the idea of chance taking a role!).

Here are a few…

candles G 1
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rhythmaning: (bottle)
Some of the photographs I took by candle light came out ok (several didn’t, of course – but I like the idea of chance taking a role!).

Here are a few…

candles G 1
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rhythmaning: (sunset)
Other things we did in Bristol.

We went to Millennium Square, where the planetarium is – it is a rather wonderful steel globe, and it creates great reflections! (Personally, I love the one with the cyclist…)

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More things we did in Bristol behind the cut! )
rhythmaning: (sunset)
Other things we did in Bristol.

We went to Millennium Square, where the planetarium is – it is a rather wonderful steel globe, and it creates great reflections! (Personally, I love the one with the cyclist…)

DSC_0191 DSC_0194



More things we did in Bristol behind the cut! )
rhythmaning: (sunset)
I know Bristol quite well; I nearly went to Bristol there, visited friends who were there at university, and now my friends G&K live there; I tend to go once or twice a year.

This visit in September was a little different – we weren’t staying with G&K, and I had more time to wander around.

One morning, whilst F. met up with [livejournal.com profile] coughingbear and [livejournal.com profile] ankaret, I wandered down to the docks. I had been hoping to go to the Bristol Industrial Museum. Unfortunately, it seems to have been shut for a long while as it undergoes regeneration as the Museum of Bristol or something.

Still, much of the things in the museum are actually too big to fit in the museum; they are left outside, rusting.

There is something about large industrial objects – maybe it is the little child in me, dreaming of being a train driver. It was great fun just walking along the old railway tracks, beneath the huge dockside cranes.

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More pictures behind the cut… )

rhythmaning: (sunset)
I know Bristol quite well; I nearly went to Bristol there, visited friends who were there at university, and now my friends G&K live there; I tend to go once or twice a year.

This visit in September was a little different – we weren’t staying with G&K, and I had more time to wander around.

One morning, whilst F. met up with [livejournal.com profile] coughingbear and [livejournal.com profile] ankaret, I wandered down to the docks. I had been hoping to go to the Bristol Industrial Museum. Unfortunately, it seems to have been shut for a long while as it undergoes regeneration as the Museum of Bristol or something.

Still, much of the things in the museum are actually too big to fit in the museum; they are left outside, rusting.

There is something about large industrial objects – maybe it is the little child in me, dreaming of being a train driver. It was great fun just walking along the old railway tracks, beneath the huge dockside cranes.

DSC_0156 DSC_0139

DSC_0172

More pictures behind the cut… )

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