Last weekend, Nicola and I took a rental car to Bristol, with Danielle and her new guy Mike, whom she met at The Church (that's another story better told by Danielle).
On the way down the M4 we stopped off in the village of Bray to read the menu of The Fat Duck. Michelin voted The Fat Duck the world's best restaurant in 2001. The waiting list is four months long. The set lunch menu, without wine, sets you back £97.50 per person (written out "ninety seven pounds fifty" as if to underline its extravagance). Maybe on my birthday. Needless to say we ate scampi and chips at the local pub instead.
All I really knew about Bristol was that it sported a fabulous old suspension bridge designed by Isambard Kingdom Brunel. I had no idea it was such a gorgeous town. We had a great night out in the regenerated dockside, a blissful breakfast of fish 'n' chips with Cornish caviar (mushy peas) beside the Severn, followed by a lovely Sunday walking over the bridge and through the parks of Clifton. It was beautifully sunny. All this confirmed Bristol as a place to return to with a bit more time.
Unfortunately, that weekend, I left what any photographic talent I have back in London; here are the results anyway.
