retiredmartin

30th January 2023 (still).

Enough pubs, let’s have some art.

With my five (5) Bristol ticks in the bag before six I realised I needed some sort of plan for the evening, other than the immediate one that involved finding a route back to my Premier Inn with a legal loo stop on it.

I could/shouldbhave taken the duller route back via central Bedminster and revisited the newly re-opened King’s Head that had, as reader Mike notes, graced the local CAMRA mag,

but I fancied a proper cider pub, and I knew there was one on Spike Island, down there somewhere;

Yes, let’s stop and take photos of wire mesh, shall we ?

Ah, this one is better;

Bristol is, like Manchester and Sheffield, forever a city of construction and cranes, producing no doubt affordable riverside homes like McArthur’s Yard. Richard Harris should sue.

Searching the Boak & Bailey guide to Bristol pubs while avoiding joggers on Spike Island isn’t covered by your travel insurance, so I was glad to quickly realise it was the Orchard I wanted, though this building radiating light looked equally inviting;

Sadly, that building turned out to be Kinetic Systems, an HVAC contractor (whatever that is), and the Orchard had decided to close for a week to coincide with my (re)visit, probably wisely.

Google Maps insisted I could take a little ferry across the Avon from the SS Great Britain, but the ferry was keeping micropub hours so I had to walk the length of Spike Island,

which is no hardship as long as you dodge those jogger and electric scooters.

And the, somehow, I was at the Myrtle Tree.

And you know what they sell.

Except they didn’t. “Try again on Thursday”.