Sunday 12 November 2023 – Bristol.
Eleanor's youngest son and his partner moved from London to Bristol at the end of summer, his partner had recently joined me as a civil servant, but in another government department, and in Cardiff. They had been thinking about moving there for a while, it's a city they know well and life there is much cheaper than London. It's a city I feel fondly about too. This was to be our first visit to their lovely, slightly mad flat in the very nice suburb of Totterdown, near one of the steepest residential streets in England. It is certainly very steep!
We caught the train down after work on Friday and came back early Sunday afternoon. In what seems to be the norm these days the Sunday journey was the least enjoyable due to cancelled and delayed trains causing our train to be over busy. We were lucky and managed to get seats for both journeys.
After a leisurely breakfast on Saturday morning we visited Bristol's most visited area, Clifton; and not for of its famous bridge, nor for the loads of small independent shops, though we did do both of those as well. We went because I wanted to take some photos of Clifton Cathedral; Bristol's Brutalist masterpiece.
Consecrated in 1973, Clifton Cathedral is a magnificent construction with one of the most unusual and beautiful spires I've seen. Between 1962 and 1965 the Second Vatican Council met in Rome to discuss the place of the church in the modern world. It was decided that the church needed to be closer to the people it served and this decision played a key part in the brave design of this building with the 1000 strong congregation much closer to the high altar. Sadly the doors were locked and I was unable to look inside.
Built in the 'brutalist' style out of precast concrete the building is all harsh angles and sheer walls. Many assume the word 'brutalist' has its root in the English word 'brutal', and in many cases there is clear argument that some brutalist buildings are quite brutal. However, the origins of 'brutalist' goes back to 1950s, to the French architect le Corbusier and the phrase 'beton brut', which translates to 'raw concrete'. The cathedral is certainly that. It was also really hard to photograph, especially in the savage light that morning.
After stopping for a much needed coffee in a Clifton arcade that was extremely busy we walked up to the famous swing bridge. I've been here on numerous occasions before and always like visiting, it's a marvellous structure; and it looks lovely backed with the autumnal trees.
As the evening dark descended we walked down from the heights of Totterdown to Bristol waterfront to find somewhere to eat. I was really surprised at how busy it was, everywhere was packed and we even found it hard to find a bar with a free table.
Though I was wrapped up, I wasn't wrapped up well enough and was quite cold all night, definitely not wanting to be sitting outside over a drink. We wandered around town a bit eventually finding a small Chinese noodle house where we had one of the best Chinese meals I've had in a long time, and with the restaurant not being licensed it was cheap to.
The next day we had a late breakfast at a local 'greasy spoon' café and then schlepped back to London on an overcrowded train. We're looking forward to going back to see more of Bristol, and I'm keen to visit Stokes Croft and St Pauls and the places I stayed in when my daughter lived here 10 years ago.
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