As the announcer on the Paddington - Bristol train said, "we shall now be proceeding forward." The last thing we want to do, as Chris puts it, is to proceed backward.
It's not easy to find time for blogging on my travels. Things happen faster than I can write notes about them (more so than at home) and even as I write, my husband comes into the hotel room from his day's work at the Safety Critical Systems Symposium dying to interrupt and tell me all about that, too.
On the waterfront in Bristol is a plethora of museums, one of them, Arnolfini, a modern art gallery that has an exhibition on the theme of museums that made us think: what are they? What is the point of them?
Up the slope from the river, next door to our hotel, lies Bristol Cathedral, where yesterday afternoon before supper I attended Evensong sung by The Consort of girls and boys from the 6th Form of Bristol Cathedral school. I remembered the words and their musical settings so well: Stanford's Magnificat in B flat that I sang once, myself, long ago.
Supper with Chris' colleagues Michael and Gary was at Carlo's, an Italian restaurant of high repute, all bright with mirrors and lights, where the waiters looked like penguins.