The Robert Fitzharding - Bristol
Visited 1st April 2012.
After leaving 'The Berkeley' we set off at a gentle amble back down the hill, across Queen Square and back to Temple Meads. As soon as we were in the car Stiggy removed her shoes to give her feet a rub. After a very vocal protest from me and Mrs S. she put them back on again, but it was far to late, she had already reaffirmed why she had the nickname Stiggy. We drove from Temple Meads to Clifton where we had a walk across Clifton Suspension Bridge and took a few more photos. If you have never seen it, it's well worth a visit as there are some spectacular views and the bridge itself also looks good. Having done our "culture" for the day it was back to the car for the drive to 'The Robert Fitzharding', our last pub of the day. We managed to park just around the corner, no problem parking at that time of night. It had been a long day and by now we were all starting to feel a little weary, so much so that we almost collapsed in to some window seats. We sat with our large lattes and biscuits balanced and warming on the top of the cup and chatted about the bridge. It was the first time that Mrs S. and Stiggy had seen it and both agreed that it had been worth the trip. (I wonder what they'll make of the Queen Elizabeth II bridge when we eventually get round to visiting a few 'spoons out Dartford way? Oh crap, Bluewater is out that way too.) It was a peaceful journey back, no chatter, the only noise being the gentle snoring of my passengers... Pub of the day? V-Shed.
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