My October travel tale is of a place both visited and not visited at the same time. Schrodinger’s minibreak, if you will.
I’d never been to Bristol at all until a year ago, then Teen Sr became a student there and we’ve enjoyed a flurry of visits. It’s a good place for street art, especially Banksys and monkeys playing Rubik’s cube.
This time I went for a look round the Clifton area and specifically the Clifton Suspension Bridge. How majestic is that?
This iconic bridge spans the deep Avon river gorge, linking Bristol to North Somerset. A bridge of one sort or another has spanned the Avon since the 13th century, and this version of the bridge opened in 1864.
Here I am preparing to walk across it. Bear in mind I had come all the way from Brighton for this, and had brought extra snacks.
As I got closer to the bridge I noticed how terribly high up it is. Bit windy, too. Here’s the view from the top.
Wow, that really is one bloody big bridge when you get nose up to it.
So reader, I bottled it. I went a few metres across, felt a bit panicky and scurried back towards the tearooms of Bristol. I’m going to return and have another crack at it sometime. I’m not normally bothered by heights, until I am, and this was just one of those times. At least I had a go.
How to get there
Clifton Suspension Bridge is at Bridge Rd, Leigh Woods, Bristol BS8 3PA Find out more from the dedicated bridge website
I am visiting somewhere new every month this year. Check out my previous adventures here.