Lost and Foundry
That was a jolly pleasant couple of days.
Beer drunk, rubbish talked, hostelries explored, stuff learned... and hangovers remarkably absent.
Londoners are a funny bunch, mind. I peered out of the hotel window on day one, and there was everyone wrapped up in scarves and coats. Accordingly I toddled down to the Natwest tower in some handy technical clothing and sweated up a storm. Ugh. Day two found me pottering about in a long sleeved t-shirt, and even that was a bit warm on occasion.
Still, out the doors of Temple Meads and into the teeth of a fine breeze that smelled of seaside. Excellent. I still have that landlocked kid's fascination for beaches.
If there's a next time, I must have a few scoops of the Old Wallop, further explore the Foundry and not annoy tiresome strangers by agreeing with them for spite.
Beer drunk, rubbish talked, hostelries explored, stuff learned... and hangovers remarkably absent.
Londoners are a funny bunch, mind. I peered out of the hotel window on day one, and there was everyone wrapped up in scarves and coats. Accordingly I toddled down to the Natwest tower in some handy technical clothing and sweated up a storm. Ugh. Day two found me pottering about in a long sleeved t-shirt, and even that was a bit warm on occasion.
Still, out the doors of Temple Meads and into the teeth of a fine breeze that smelled of seaside. Excellent. I still have that landlocked kid's fascination for beaches.
If there's a next time, I must have a few scoops of the Old Wallop, further explore the Foundry and not annoy tiresome strangers by agreeing with them for spite.