But we didn’t let it get us down! Actually, Saturday was dry all day, but quite cloudy and decidedly cool in the evening…. and it did rain quite hard on Sunday, and it was decidedly overcast all afternoon.
Phil and I trained it out on Friday, picnicing on The Usual en route, and were met at the station by Jay and Fi. First encounter, but I feel like we got on really well and the weekend flew by, whilst managing to be relaxing too.
Saturday morning we feasted on croissants, chatted and vegged with the papers before strolling out for lunch en route to the Ashton Court festival. Somehow everyone managed to meet up within about half an hour of crossing Clifton Suspension Bridge, and staked a claim to a spot not too far from the food stalls and loos at the top of the natural amphitheatre sloping down to the main stage. It was a blustery afternoon, with more cloud than sunshine, and once darkness fell and the Plump DJs started their set, shivers had set in. Not even Cherry Bakewells could see them off! Robert Plant provided no incentive to linger, and we made our way homewards, catching a taxi on White Ladies Road.
We took Sunday at a more leisurely pace, brunching on fry-up al fresco and then settling in to read the papers prior to a late afternoon showing of Hulk. Pasta for tea and then a micra rally road race to get us to Temple Meads for the 9.30pm train to London.