Tuesday, 23 August 2011

There's life in the Old Girl Yet

SS Great Britain in Bristol is quite simply the best museum of its kind that I have ever been to. Everybody walks around with big grins on their faces. They have recreated the interiors with as much detail as a film set, but the best bit is that you can touch EVERYTHING: lie in the beds if you fancy it, sit at the tables, there isn't a rope to stand behind in the whole place.  

Sunday, 21 August 2011

The Most Excellent Goldborne Road

A trawl around Goldborne Road was the perfect end to a brilliant week in London Town. 
There is something about this road that makes me so stupidly happy. I have been visiting or living near it almost all my life and however many trendy shops or cafes open, it seems to retain a spirit that no amount of trustafarianism can shift. As for the portuguese Natas...

Sunday, 7 August 2011

One Horse Town

On our way back to the Ferry we stopped for lunch in Caudebec-en-Caux to find a typically shut-for-August French town with a very untypical lonesome horse man having a bite to eat at the local Caf. 
Then, to add to the surreal nature of the place we kept coming across dressed up youth hanging around the deserted streets. 
Oh it was all very eccentric and after the seclusion of our 5 days in a wood we were a bit baffled. 

My Old Street