Place

Still catching up from my weekend away, Sunday saw me on an early train up to Bristol for a lunchtime match in the Championship between Bristol City and Blackburn Rovers.

There are various helpful guides to getting to Britain's football grounds and almost universally they say don't try walking from Bristol Temple Meads station to Ashton Gate. It's two miles, it takes 40 minutes... Which to me misses the point of being in Bristol as it seems virtually any walking transect through the city has something to offer be that the plethora of street art, the boats or the general feel of the place.

This view was from my return journey, looking north from the end of Vauxhall Bridge. The terraces of painted houses that sit on the hills around the city centre are one of the things that provide a sense of place.

In the football Blackburn took an early led but City came back with four goals of their own for a very comfortable home win.

See extras for a post-match empty stadium panorama, and a street view of Banksy's Religion which I bumped into on the walk back.

And that was the end of this brief sojourn in southwest, and a couple of distant grounds chalked off making it 27 in my long term journey toward the 92.