Final day of our long Bristol weekend
A little gloomy and misty at first
Late breakfast at ten, scrambled egg, bacon
Then caught the bus to Clifton, a short burst
Of walking, then we saw the bridge that crossed
The Avon Gorge, Brunel's fine achievement
Walked back along it with Vee and Pearl, just
Enjoying the autumn sunshine that streamed
In rays from the clouds like paintings or dreams
The hills, trees, water, houses, it all span
Pictorial magic. Terrace coffee, spent
An hour chatting, then museum, not worst
In the world, cup of tea, taxi, station
Long train journey with Vee, and home at last!
Sun 23 Oct
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