A long ramble, starting with trying to find the Hot Well of Hotwells and leading up the side of the Avon Gorge to the Downs and then through Clifton for coffee.
29 Apr 2021
Another quick excursion to Canon's Marsh, tempted back by Rod & Ruby's cannoli and flat white. This time I poked around some bits of the modern flats I'd not really experienced before, mused on the old gasworks, and headed back down the Hotwell Road, spotting a re-opening gallery and finishing off at the Adam & Eve, for which some locals are currently rushing to launch a bid to turn it into a community business rather than have a developer turn it into yet-more flats.
I was in a bouncy, positive mood, helped out by Life Without Buildings' Live at the Annandale Hotel album1. Note to self, though: the album is nearly an hour long, so if you hear the encore starting and you're still halfway down the Hotwell Road, you'll probably be late back from lunch...
1 That review's well worth a read. Music journalists tend to go extra-dreamy when trying to describe Sue Tompkins. See what I mean:
She circles her limber tongue-twisters, feints, and attacks from unexpected angles, dicing and rearranging them with the superhuman brio of an anime ninja and a telegraphic sense of lexical rhythm.
There's a community bid just starting to buy this mid-18th-Century pub and run it as a community pub/bakery/whatever rather than the current plan to turn it into yet more flats (it's being auctioned with planning permission.)
Given that I've heard from a couple of previous owners that half the problem with keeping it going as a pub was that the building's in terrible condition and needs a lot of repairs, whoever takes it on will have their work cut out for them. I've just signed up to chip in some money for the community bid, at least.
It's a tough sell as a pub during the summer, when there are good outdoor alternatives all around the harbour close by, but it was always a good winter pub, and if it could do what many enterprising places are doing at the moment and turn itself into a pub that was also a general store or a bakery, or what-have-you I think it could be a goer.