One country to the next for just twelve pounds
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June 14th, 2008 – by: CosmicTen
Despite only being about an hour apart, we technically live in different countries. I live in the Principality of Wales, Matt in England. We agreed to meet at 2pm at Bristol Parkway railway station, but just as I was about to enter the hundred year old railway tunnel that travels not far below the sea bed under the Severn River, Matt texts.
The Intercity train slowed as it approached Parkway and I looked out of the right window, no sign of Matt's car in the car park. I look out of the left side and amongst the hundred or so cars stands a beacon of orange light known as the Porsche Caymen.
We headed into the depths of Bristol and up into the old town Clifton Village, sat in the nearest wine bar for thick chunky cooked ham sandwich with English Mustard in my case and, I think, chicken for Matt while we catch up and chat about what we've been up to recently, in Matt's case his mega travels to the states and why I'm wearing new clothes and in my case, my new little phone and... why I'm wearing new clothes. We mustn't forget the barrister who half way through our lunch found she'd just been sacked for going out for a heavy drink the night before and coming in late. Well thats responsibility for you.
We left the wine bar after lunch and hit one of Matt's old haunts just around the corner, The Albion. Nice old pub that sits down the end of a small alley with some out door drinking area. Matt periodically disturbed by the odd bing-bong on the iPhone delivering post from the states and me sadly updating my facebook profile to ensure people know I'm drinking Amstel. It was only the day after this trip that I found out from my Dad that my great-great-great grand father and wife and also his father all ran pubs in Clifton Village. We're not sure if the Albion was one of those, but it's a close enough coincidence.
It was quite a lazy day which I'm sure Matrilla will agree, especially after we got back to the town house in Portishead for a cup of Earl Grey wake up juice (tea) to counter act the effects of lager (beer) during the day. Big thank you to Matt for driving back to the station and that short stab on the accelerator which isn't as frightening as the strength on the brakes!
One thing that comes from this trip and my last trip to Cheltenham. Before buying train tickets within the UK from city to city, check the price if you split the journey into more than one ticket. My trip came to a mere twelve pound return back to Wales. Bargin.
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