Premier Inn Bristol South
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- Non-smoking hotel
- Wireless internet connection in room (free)
- Breakfast Available
- Free parking
- All-Suites Property
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... being unusually sunny for late autumn, we headed off to check it out.
Yes! It IS a great little town.
A kind of English hilly version of Sydney's Glebe.
It's just on the edge of the Cotswolds and a 'transition' town.
I don't know if Australia and the US have these yet, but it's all about locally sourced produce and communal sharing of skills and, to some extent, goods.
From the happy faces and the vibrant vibe, I'd say ...
For our last day in Cardiff, we took to the city on foot. The Castle was only a river, a bridge and an animal wall away, which we walked alongside under joyful queries. I can understand the confusion about the ant eater, but for some reason our offspring is constantly forgetting what a pelican looks like. The wolf and lion were favourites, and naturally, the castle was mostly interesting because of its many squirrels and fallen leaves. To be fair, the squirrels ...
... the woman's fault that the left-luggage was left by the woman .... gggrrrrrr.
Tablet recovered, we set off again. It is a beautiful sunny day so we head towards Torquay, figuring that English beaches will ONLY have a chance at redemption in sunny weather - so best to make hay while the sun shines.
We are rewarded by something that actually resembles a real beach scene and spend most of the morning walking around Torquay ...
... amp; Mona Cross were getting along.
No immediate answer to the knock on their door but eventually Jim appeared. By that time I was checking out his caravan. As soon as he came out I asked him how much he wanted for his van, almost identical to the style we are looking for.
Mona was out shopping and not due home until 4pm, she was 10 minutes early, and at 5.45pm we managed to drag ourselves away, witrh a promise to get back ...
... materialized. They were all wearing chartreuse vests! This immediately made me think of the nuns at the monastery in France! What a juxtaposition.
I went up to a chartreuse-clad man who looked particularly senior and gave him a run-down of what I knew. As is usually the case in emergency situations, he ignored everything I said and started from scratch with Peter. Clutching the first aid kit, I withdrew to the bus and handed it back to the ...