Jo’s walk 🙂
The last time I was in Bristol was to see the highly spectacular Balloon Festival. It had been my first visit to the city and I was quite keen to take an introductory walking tour. Due to the volume of people in Bristol for the festival, in glorious August weather, the tour had been cancelled. Little did I know then that I would have another opportunity. But this time was very different. The sky was an unrelenting grey, rather matching my disconsolate mood, and my weekend seemed to be unravelling around me.
You see, I had made a surprise visit for an 80th birthday party. I flew into Bristol at 8 in the morning, and had the whole day ahead of me. I had planned to spend it with my lovely friend, Gilly. Not only was Gilly sadly unable to meet me, but I had neglected to bring…
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