Our neighborhood this weekend. We went along to some of the Arts Trail, which is always a favorite of mine, as not only do you get to see art..you get to noisy around their sitting rooms and kitchens.
The weather was a little bonkers with bright bright sunshine one minute then scuttling to people houses when it started to shower.
The Greenpeace people made me promise to add my name to the arctic scroll if I took a picture of them. You can find out more about that here or text ARCTIC and your name to 60002 (#savetheartic.org).
The pictures below the Greenpeace people are of Easton Roots a community garden where they hold a little cafe on Saturdays and sell tea and cake.
The first picture is of Kebele a vegan cooperative where they hold a cafe, workshops and classes such as yoga. They also have a baby group that I must attend one day!
After we had our fill of the trail we went to the Baptist church cafe and both had jacket potatoes, cake and coffee for a grand total of £5, I hadn’t been before but think its going to be a regular from now on. We originally sat outside as the sun was shinning and I did wonder about Wilf getting burnt, no sooner had I said it then it started to pour with rain, we hid under umbrellas for a good five minutes to see if it would pass. Wilf really enjoyed sitting on my lap hearing the pitter-patter of the rain drops on our makeshift shelter. He was smiling and gazing at the downpour in wonder. After a while though it got silly so we made a mad dash inside and warmed up in the hall.
I guess we are suited to our neighborhood quite well. I find it funny to think that 26 years ago my mum (then 26 also) was raising me a mile or so away in Stokes Croft.
On that note my mum and sister have now gone back to west Wales, it was so nice to have them here (and not just because my mum hoovered the house!) but just having that break. On Thursday they took him to the park for an hour and a half and I got on with some commissions and oh my gawd it felt good. I guess that’s the hard part when your family live so far away. That being said both Tom's sisters do live close by and are brilliant aunties but I miss my own family so much.
I'm crossing my fingers everyday that my dad finds a fantastic job in Bristol and they can up sticks and move over here!