Back to Bristol

A long weekend presented itself for the Swiss National Day on 1 August and timed rather perfectly with one of Tim's friend's weddings back in Bristol. It's always a treat to be in such a lovely city and we were blessed with sunny weather. On our first evening, we stayed in boutique Bed and Breakfast Number Thirty Eight in Clifton. A Georgian townhouse, it is conveniently located on the edge of the Clifton Downs - a patch of wilderness and freedom above the city. Our room boasted views from the front over the Downs and, from the back, over the city. A free-standing roll top bathtub had been placed in front of the latter window and made the bathroom one of the most beautiful I have ever seen. Despite the heat we slept well thanks to a ceiling fan and awoke to a delicious organic breakfast, featuring raspberry and buttercream muffins and a huge bowl of natural yoghurt.

We meandered into Clifton village and I treated myself to a manicure at the cosy Seventh Avenue while Tim went to the dentist. There are few city spots more lovely than Clifton on a sunny day and we dined al fresco at The Primrose Cafe. I tried falafel wrap while Tim had a trout salad and then we bought Somerset cherries to munch on our way into town. Shopping was somewhat uninspiring - perhaps due to the time of year - but Bristol is nice to walk around with its waterfront and river dotted with kayakers.

The wedding on Friday was held at converted watermill Priston Mill, situated in rolling countryside close to Bath, and was really beautiful. Among other treats were a trip to the SS Great Britain (which has been carefully restored in its dry dock and now treats visitors to an inviting exhibition and a journey back to the mid-1800s as passengers to America), a trail around the city featuring models of Gromit the dog in creative designs, tea and cake at The Boston Tea Party and spending time with Tim's family. His parents have a gorgeous penthouse above the harbourside and from the balcony you can see beyond the urban sprawl to lush countryside. Flying back to Zurich was utterly uninspiring, but at least the sun is still shining here.

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