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
coughingbear and
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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