It had been a lovely day. Urban-cub had invited the Silver Vixen and Gorse Fox to join her and Pete for a Mother's Day lunch at their place. Gifts were handed overhand a fine roast dinner consumed prior to watching some football in the afternoon. Cousteau-cub also got in on the act with a text message as she had been unable to call direct.
The Gorse Fox headed off late afternoon. An early meeting in Bristol on Monday somehow failed to excite enough for a 5am start, so GF decided to head west and stay overnight. This had seemed a good idea for stress free travel - as it happened the A27had been closed west of Chichester and required all the traffic to filter along the small country roads that ran parallel. The first 28 miles of the journey should have taken 25 minutes. In fact they took 95 minutes. So much for stress-free!
GF finally arrived in Bristol City Centre and checked into his palatial surroundings (at least, given the price of the parking, the Internet access, and the breakfast - it had better be palatial).
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In my experience, British City Centre Hotels tend to have palatial price tags and 'cottage' accomodation ...
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