#215: The Fleece.

Last night's sleep came easily to me. So easily in fact, that I only woke up once during the most intense thunderstorm we'd had in years. Everyone was raving about it. I wish I hadnt been so tired. I would have sat up and watched it.

So, currently staying in Bristol, I had already landed myself with a job on my second day here, and I was more than willing to move here permanently.

I made my way to Clifton for 16:00, and started my new job at 16:30. I spent 4 hours behind the bar and everything that I had been taught at the O2 came flying back to me. I slipped back into bar work, quicker than second nature, and thoroughly enjoyed my night.

After an an hour and a halve's walk back, I stood at the top of the stone steps, that climbed their way up to Anna's house, and took a picture of one of my all time favourites; the sunset.

For me, this captured the beauty of something as old as time, with a modern-day vibe of an urban way's new beginnings.

The photo below that sunset was a photograph I had captured previously on my long walk back. Alone in secluded streets, where only Seaguls wished to grace me with their presence...