The Rodney Hotel
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We've had a lovely visit from Ian and Gay Kelly, old friends who we met when Andy was at Charters School in Sunningdale with their son Ben.
We were chuffed when Ian presented us with a jar of honey from his girls' beehive back home.
Ah yes, summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells indeed.
There's nothing quite as sweet and tasty as this homemade amber nectar.
Apart from Avis Gunn's damson jam.
... about the olden days is this: washing is a downright pain, everyone should go back to owning chickens and a pig, and housing five people in a room the size of a hanky was about average.
I spotted a familiar looking barn too, but Martha was probably waiting until we all went home before checking on the Tardis.
Tomorrow we’ll leave Cardiff behind and go hunting for faeries and pterodactyls. Or was it red kites? The hunt for gnomes is unrelenting, at ...
... br> After our once again free tucker from the downstairs pub Belushis. I
take fair advantage of the free ham slices and toast as well as the rice
bubbles on offer.
WAIT! Backstep did I say anything about how
the camera got stolen……? Ok so here's the thing. We woke up bleary eyed from a
cozy night sleep after meeting our American friends and we find out that we
have actually met and spoken to 9 of the 12 people staying in our dorm. ...
... is where Robert Louis Stevenson dreamed up Treasure Island. In that book there is an inn called The Admiral Benbow, which is modeled after The Llandoger Trow. We drank historic pints of beer, and soda. Like just about everywhere else in the UK, history lurked at every turn.
Finally we strolled into the old harbour area and confronted The Matthew merrily bobbing where it was tethered to the dock. This is a replica of the ship that John Cabot (nee ...
We arrived in Bath today after 2 nights in Birmingham. B'ham wasn't as bad as I had been lead to believe but they really turned the **** weather on for us. Chloe has been desperate to get to Selfridges since pussy was a kitten so we spent a rainy day in the Bullring Shopping Complex. Believe it or not, I didn't buy a single piece of clothing, shoe or accessory. I only purchased lunch. I'm saving ...