Returning to Bristol on my way to Italy was a lovely relief. My friend and I went down to the suspension bridge that spans a gorge to see the sun set over the hills. Again, England has many, many types of hard cider, more than I have ever seen. We drank toffee flavored cider (tastes like caramel apples), sitting on a bench in the park, watching the sun set.
Then to the pubs: for local cider, a cosmo at a place with great live music, and back to The Woods for a last strawberry cider for the night.
And then off to Italy...
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