Ever walk along Royal York Crescent? Admiring the views, the architectural facades of past wealth, maybe peering in through the windows to get a peek at life on the otherside? (I’m yet to see James McAvoy or Rebecca Hall clatter onto the paving – bonus points if you get the reference). Continue reading “Royal York Crescent”
Yo ho me hearties, 19th September is ‘International Talk Like a Pirate Day’. Start the arrghs and shiver your timbers, already I bet your starting to sound like a scowling Westcountry Farmer. Why ? And given that the Golden Age of Piracy was nigh on 300 years ago how can we know that this is historically accurate?
Well, kinda. Yes and No.
So Who is doing the Shaun Trail? Come on ‘fess up. 120 original and imaginative designs. But what inspires the artists. Well one at least was inspired from amongst the collection from Tyntesfield. Meet Willow.
Bristol harbourside, a panoplex of sights, sounds and smells; music, bars, art and of course boats. Now we all know the big attractions, but as you are venue hopping for Bristol HarbourFest, via foot or ferry, here are 10 historical gems you may never have known or noticed.
You may recognise this fellow………
Set in his pose, deep in thought this ‘Elizabethan Seaman’ stands in pride of place in front of the main entrance to Bristol’s City Hall (formerly known as the ‘Council House’ for those who are happy to acknowledge that we don’t live in a 1950s American detective series / Gotham).
Or is he really who he claims to be? Continue reading “Elizabethan Seaman”
St Nicholas’ Market is an area synonymous with Bristol, having grown with and around the twisted movements of this river city. Continue reading “A bit of time at St Nicks……”
You don’t have to look far to see the physical impact of WW2 in Bristol; the myriad of concrete greys in Broadmead; the skeletal shells of St Peter’s church standing sombrely alone in Castle park and across the river the spectral vestiges of Temple church leans into the silence that separates it from the busy thoroughfare of Victoria street just metres away.
All of these, in their own way, starkly show the total devastation caused by the bombers. But on top of this, personally, there are two scars, a splinter and some pock marks, which every time I see them bring home to me the sheer force these incendiaries smashed Bristol and its inhabitants with.
Pero’s Bridge. A rather odd looking fellow with his elephantine bugles blasting into the sky (These actually have a practical purpose – no nothing musical – but rather they act as counterweights when the bridge raises to allow vessels through. I’ve seen this happen once, anyone else?).
Architecture aside, Pero’s bridge has a charisma; where the holographic facades of Millennium Square bounce off the renovated sheds and warehouses along the waterfront and reflect the bricks and ghosts of Queen Square. The air is full of the syncopated rhythms of buskers and street artists playing to the pedestrian traffic …..
Ambling around Bristol Harbourside in 2015 and the sharp colours and pristine lines of modern regeneration are washed over the remnants of the city’s hulking industrial and maritime past. It is all rather visually alluring and sensually captivating; a smooth but heady blend of the present and ages past. Continue reading “Oh Chute”
Temple Meads train station, an iconic gateway in and out of the city, the sight of which has pulled on countless heart strings and the site where an infinite number have felt the anguish of departure and elation of arrival. Standing in front of the pseudo medieval architecture certainly adds a gravitas to the melodrama of pooling emotions playing out below the clock tower………but today we are hopping left into the long stay car park.