Brizzle Kicks

For reasons far too dull to go into here, I found myself in Bristol with some hours to kill. How many hours? I didn't really know. It could be two, it could be four, it all depended on when I got a phone call. I needed something to keep me busy but not an extreme voyage of discovery. Readers with long memories might remember that I've been to Bristol before, back in 2016, when I was thinking of…