Day 349: Beds

Which....

Accommodation comedown, but comfortably so. From a hotel in the middle of nowhere that took itself very seriously indeed to a youth hostel in the middle of Bristol which, in its own category, takes itself very seriously too. It's a place to sleep. I enjoyed my big, peaceful bed there (as well as the long, scary corridors, like on The Shining) and I shall enjoy my small, hopefully also peaceful bed here too. There seems to be one person in the room so far. More may turn up, or maybe not. It cost £13. That's good, isn't it. 

I loved trancing with Annie today and playing in the morning with Anna (with the first syllable pronounced 'ahn') earlier in the day. Sorry to rush off, but it was such a lovely, full day and I got the details of most of the people I really wanted to stay in touch with. The parting shot was sweet too. Some of my attention was on getting outside for the taxi, but it was just lovely and to finish with open arms and a massive smile was a pretty good way to go. Good people. 

... is which

Good people all round. I'm finally getting to answer some emails - a lovely one from Mr Bronk, the very exciting academic I met with on Wednesday, one from his son, one from lovely Clare Kerrison. I am blessed with so many such fabulous interactions, and so many more. 

This man's face is so good, it's here again

I'm also quite enjoying the couple just in front of me in a big, almost-empty bar on the Bristol waterfront, sitting holding hands, both wearing their coats. The man is beefy beyond belief. The girl is very soft-edged in her face. They seem very into each other. They're on a sofa. The coats are hilarious.

My head is still quite fluid. Time to bumble off to the hostel, full of gentle gratitude.