Sunday was travel day from Croydon to Bristol - nice little train ride eventually.
Monday we decided to explore Bristol and on the advice of the waitress from Jamie's Italian restaurant where we ate on Sunday night, we decided to find the Clifton Suspension Bridge.
Figured we could walk there - we thought about 30 minutes - we really must learn not to believe the maps. An hour later and after a couple of wrong turns we found it. About 74 metres above the water level, 300 metres long and 9 metres wide. Very impressive!
Because we had taken a wrong turn we were below the bridge and so had to follow a very steep path up the hill to get to the bridge. Was quite a walk but worth the effort.
The bridge is 180 years old so to walk over it was awesome. That's been the most memorable aspect of our trip - that we are walking around and in buildings that are almost as old or older than Australian European civilisation.
After the bridge, the observatory is above it so we walked up that slight rise to have a look. It gave a different perspective on the bridge again. So we got under, on and above the bridge.
We then walked back through the town, over cobbled stone paths (interesting to do as they are not smooth - wonder how they get on with W,H&S), stopped in at the Bristol Museum, Georgian house, Brandon Hill, finally arriving at The Bristol Cathedral.
Like most places, the cathedrals are huge, intricately designed places of worship. I always feel awe-inspired being in a place that has impacted on many lives for a long time.