Brizzle Invasion

After hastily packing a bag and rushing for a train (that turned out to be delayed by forty minutes, humph) I arrived in the beautiful town of Bristol to meet up with some friends for Valfest.

The Hatchet is the oldest pub in Bristol, and it's where I'm sat right now, drinking a pint of one of the four ciders they have on tap here. Bless the Westcountry.

I encountered many different Gromits on the way here, and this is just one of them.