With this post, Folks, we're at the end of our England trip this past May, except that I'm dividing it into two separate posts. YAY. I bet you thought I'd never finish.
This all happened on a Saturday, the day before we flew back to the Netherlands. And instead of driving, Chris and Lisl decided it best for us to go by train.
So, we left from Bath Spa and arrived in Bristol about 15 minutes later. A no-brainer.
Straightaway from the train station we went to the St. Mary Redcliffe parish church (next post).
And then we walked to the harbor on the River Avon.
We could even see Cabot Tower from there (bottom-center).
Don't forget the English narrowboats, of course. I'm in love with them.
But the huge plus of the day was seeing the MATTHEW ship,
a replica of the sailing ship used by John Cabot in 1497 to sail from Bristol to North America.
In fact, today Lisl and Michael are actually sailing on her for a little tour. How cool is that!
There was so much to see down at the harbor. Yup, we were short of eyes!
After all that, we were so ready for a bacon buttie, something the English can never live down...
not as long as Astrid and I are in the picture.
With tummies full, we started off again, on a mission...
...past all those colored houses, through the woods, to the bridge in the distance (top-center).
It's the Clifton Suspension Bridge from 1864, spanning the Avon gorge and River Avon.
Can you believe my little camera picked out this guy from 1100mm away!
He's crazy! I don't think he had a clue what to do next.
Then it was tea time. You know those English. Ha!
I loved the wee family sitting right outside my window.
On our way past where the medieval church of St. Andrew was bombed during WWII,
but where the church graveyard still exists, is what's called the Birdcage Walk.
Then into the hub of the city past the Wills Memorial Building,
a landmark building of the University of Bristol, from 1915.
In that vicinity we saw a true Banksy painting and found out he was born in Bristol.
The Well-Hung Lover (top-center and right-bottom) is on Frogmore Street.
Impressions. Impressions. Impressions.
This is what we love about these walks. Impressions.
How things are made!
The weathervanes were some of the most intricate and 3D-ish I've ever seen.
And the flowers all along the way....this year I couldn't get enough of them.
One last post remains of the England trip: the St.Mary Redcliffe parish church.