The Gloucester Road

It seems obligatory that Donald and I walk the length of the Gloucester Road once we land in Bristol. Partly to ease our car-cramped muscles after the journey down and partly to take in the Bristol vibe of the 'save the planet folk', the ramshackle shops and buildings, the endless varieties of fashion which I ogle with amazement, and the nudging of shoulders with the people sitting along where pubs and cafes spill out onto the pavements.