So, since I last posted... I've been to Reading, Maidenhead, Wincester, Southampton and now Bristol. I've only nearly forgotten to get off the train where I should and headed off to Bournemouth twice... Both
moviegrrl and
stimpy_lfs (neither of whom I've seen in two years so it was awesome to catch up) have been good enough to put me up along the way. I've finished Screen Burn so have technically read four years worth of Charlie Brooker columns in the past month (the boys at my work decided that as I spent a good deal of my working day reading them in the guardian it would be a good gift - its an excellent book for dipping in an out of on journeys). Also I've booked my ticket home, miraculously train travel was actually cheaper so I'm spending most of Sunday on an epic journey back up North, which should hopefully see me finish Cloud Atlas which I think I'll call an achievement.
I could write epics on the architectural attractiveness of Wincester so, I'll leave that for it's own post with (hopefully) photographs. However, the great hall there has King Arthur's Round Table - I do love the fake history of 6th century England - and they have an rather good musuem covering the more accurate history of the area in the 6th century (and most of the last 2000 years to be honest).
I'm a bit in love with Bristol, if I'm entirely honest. The youth hostel is handily situated on the harbourside, between two arts centres, near the cathedral and several museums. There are fabulous tea shops just up the road, losts of sculptures and fountains, a river to go boat trips on and a latin restruant across the river that does excellent food and cocktails. It's as though the city deliberately set out to seduce me. (Look, some people have holiday romances with inhabitants, I just fall in love with cities, I'm aware of how odd this makes me, alright?) There was even a free screening of an obscure and politically interesting documentary (Rocking the Foundations) three doors up from the hostel, I'm doomed.
And I'm off to Cardiff tomorrow *dances happily* I may implode with joy.
I could write epics on the architectural attractiveness of Wincester so, I'll leave that for it's own post with (hopefully) photographs. However, the great hall there has King Arthur's Round Table - I do love the fake history of 6th century England - and they have an rather good musuem covering the more accurate history of the area in the 6th century (and most of the last 2000 years to be honest).
I'm a bit in love with Bristol, if I'm entirely honest. The youth hostel is handily situated on the harbourside, between two arts centres, near the cathedral and several museums. There are fabulous tea shops just up the road, losts of sculptures and fountains, a river to go boat trips on and a latin restruant across the river that does excellent food and cocktails. It's as though the city deliberately set out to seduce me. (Look, some people have holiday romances with inhabitants, I just fall in love with cities, I'm aware of how odd this makes me, alright?) There was even a free screening of an obscure and politically interesting documentary (Rocking the Foundations) three doors up from the hostel, I'm doomed.
And I'm off to Cardiff tomorrow *dances happily* I may implode with joy.
