#131: Kit

I can't seem to keep away from you, Bristol. You just keep pulling me back in!

I'd left my bank card at my friends' place, so I ended up having to come back to these beautiful city streets, to collect it.

We ended up going for drinks, in Browns, and dinner in a place close by.

Golden chandeliers hung from a tall dark ceiling of crimson. A warmth of atmosphere bounced from wall to wall, as conversations were carried, and echoed out through a hall of many lives lived, and lost. This was a place of history.

Whilst indulged in conversation, a very funny character named Kit, introduced himself to us. He was roughly in his mid 60s, wore a silk jacket and waist coat. A monocle sparkled in his right eye, and playfully fell from under his brow, as he acted surprised at things we spoke about. Quirky pink accessories gleamed, and a wooden cane of wisdom reflected the twinkling lights close by. He told us he was a part time portrait painter, who was also a chef, and had been since he'd left school. He enjoyed cooking roast hog, and Japanese food.

Not even in Glastonbury have I met such an original character, which is only one of the reasons I love this place so much!

I wonder what this city of possibilities could mould this shape of a beautiful woman, into, whilst a lost little girl still lives inside... A rock star would do nicely, but time will tell what this city has for me and my dreams...