We all slept well, although Ian kept hearing nuts falling on the roof and someone’s car alarm went off at 6am. Misty slept through till 8am when Ian rose to feed her and put the kettle on. Chris was still dead to the world. As Ian put Mistys bowl down outside she took a flying leap off the top step and landed in it with her head. Food sprayed everywhere and she had great fun hoovering it all up.
We all had a very leisurely morning in which I rustled up a full English. It was so nice we sat outside and devoured it. Lovely!
Lovely full English
After that we dillied and dallied as is our want until about noon when we decided to go for a walk up to the suspension bridge. We walked along the river Avon for a little while, coming across someone setting up a massive swath of speakers in an underpass. As we passed they turned on the music. Way to spoil everyone’s enjoyment of spring. We followed a path up through some woods before popping up at the bridge. There was an open air coffee bar just at one end so we partook of that.
Coffee break
We walked across the bridge and took a few nice photos, taking in the view of the valley below.
A view from a bridge
At the other end chaos ensued. A car with two older ladies in had run out of battery right at the gate where you tap your card in. The other lane was the one for bridge card holders only. The police arrived, bridge people were running around like headless chickens, the women were scratching their heads, and the queue stretched for miles. It was great fun. Meanwhile we headed on up to the observatory for more views and photos.
View of a bridge
Spot the parents
The lads were getting hungry now so we stopped at a cafe Nero for a sandwich. It had started spitting a bit but luckily dogs were allowed so we sat inside. Watching the zebra crossing right outside we were amazed anyone ever cycles in Bristol. The traffic is horrendous and inconsiderate. We did find it funny when two old ladies with sticks took an age to cross though!
We continued on down and back to the camp site where I showered (switch on, switch off, red hot, powerful, lovely) before watching nice Oxford beat Nasty Bolton in the league one play off final.
We had booked a meal at a Prezzo in the centre as the lads felt pasta on the day before a race is a must. On the way we passed Banksys Girl with a Pearl Earring. No photo though. We arrived just on time, stressful for a Last, and were shown to our table by a surly greeter. The waitress was lovely though, lovely teeth. The lads had pasta (obviously) while I had sea bass and gnocchi. Very nice. We spent the meal trying to decide if the guy at the opposite table was indeed Ed Sheeran’s brother. We still aren’t sure.
Half eaten gnocchi
The meal was tinged with sadness though, as we had found out on arriving that the expected departure of Viktor to Stoke had occurred. He had written a lovely leaving letter which I read out to the table, and beyond probably, with a tear in my eye. Tak Viktor.
After that we walked back to Dame Shirley on the other side of the basin, took Misty out, then went to bed. Big day tomorrow.
You may all be wondering where the little ones are in all this. Well after asking us down for the weekend to do the run Alex and Vicky were at a gig on Friday night. Then Vicky had been invited to Bath rugby with work on Saturday and got back too late to see us. Meanwhile Alex was apparently drinking all day. We may see them tomorrow if they can squeeze us in!
Neighbour watch
So it turns out it wasn’t Gary Oldman after all. He moved his enormous Motorhome to the spot near the gate and we were able to examine him closely as we went out. Much younger and shorter.
The giant monster truck has not moved an inch but somehow the French had departed before we got up.
Two gay men have moved on to pitch 46 with the most adorable little puppy.
The family on pitch 41 are still miserable.
Sad about Viktor!
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