Well me and my ancient sat-nav now loathe each other. I have discovered that he lies, can turn himself off when most needed, his voice gets tetchier and tetchier and hasn’t heard of half of Bristol’s postcodes. He even tells me to pull a uey when things are going badly! Unhelpful. We have had words, possibly almost caused a few accidents and I am now seriously considering replacing him.
Or, as Floss remarked, despite not having an old fashioned paper map, we are still enjoying the full experience!
Bristol is pretty, in parts, if you are living in the rich expensive bit. The architecture is truly stunning and they have a nice suspension bridge. There are tiny narrow streets with cars parked (badly/thoughtlessly) on either side. The roads are terrible – potholes and lumpy. Cycling would be certain suicide.
Today was spent finding Floss’ new abode (three attempts, thank you Mr Sat-Nav), emptying Tesco’s, and then spending a few happy hours in a massive Chinese supermarket – Floss’ idea of heaven.
Tomorrow, I am back on the road again.