Seagull at Bristol Docks

We had a day trip to Bristol over the Easter weekend, braving forecasts of snow. As a teenager living in Taunton, Bristol was the big city where everything must be happening, and I always loved visiting it. Even earlier, when I was little, I got taken to visit the Bristol Museum, and remembered pleasurably tired feet at the end of. So, we set off on the train from Romsey to Bristol - standing room only - for the wallet-stinging sum of £85, surrounded by an amiable crowd of rugby fans off to watch the game in Bath. Bristol didn't disappoint; it has a nice slightly off-beat feel about it, and Tess reliably told me it has lots of cool shops. We even went to the Bristol Museum, which sparked some old memories. For me, the museum itself is as interesting as the things inside it - even the display cases are antiques in their own right. We stopped to eat at a little cafe on the docks, and there was this cloud of seagulls flying into the wind, keeping station right outside of the window while someone threw bread to them.

A fine day for a tandem ride

I woke up, drank too much coffee, and ran around prepping the tandem, then Janice and I set off on a lovely ride through Broughton to Nether Wallop, then back past Danebury ring - not forgetting a stop for a Danish in Stockbridge. Along the way, we saw a white bird a bit like a heron standing in some water - but heron's aren't white. Hmm. I had forgotten that this part of the Test Valley must be millionaire country; lots of very nicely done up cottages, and joggers who greet you by saying 'helleau'... Anyhow; here's the route we took.