The previous time I’d come to Bristol I’d got hopelessly lost in the floating harbour area and ended up walking round in a very large circle taking nearly an hour to find the hotel. This time I knew Bristol better, and I knew exactly where the hotel was, so five minutes after stepping off the train I was checking in to the hotel.
Having dumped my stuff I headed out of the hotel and up onto the Downs at Clifton. I was originally aiming for the suspension bridge first off, but managed to misjudge bus stops and got off far too early. In the end it was quite fortuitous as I was able to have a very pleasant walk across the downs and then get stunning views of the bridge as I approached it, rather than it just appearing as it does when you come at it from Clifton.
After a long wander round I headed back in to town, stopping off for a light dinner, before going off to meet friends for the evening.
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