Tag: Bristol

Eddie, The Premier Inn Teddy

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As mentioned in my previous post, we had a quick city break when my husband did a lecture in Bristol a few weekends ago.  We stayed over at the Premier Inn on King St which has the perfect location for us since it’s very central and most importantly close to The Old Duke, even though I didn’t really get a chance to drop by (we walked by it though), the husband did manage to join some of his colleagues after reading to T, for a pint or so.

The hotel wasn’t anything fantastic.  The room we had actually very basic.  The bed I thought was too small for the three of us, but luckily it actually was bigger than it really was.  We all had a lovely good sleep.  I jokingly looked for slippers and bathrobes and those little bottles of toiletries we all love to nick, but didn’t find any.

Like I mentioned, the room was just a place to sleep-in and when you’re there for just a night, what else would one need right?

The next morning, the man behind the desk kindly took our luggage for safe-keeping before we headed out and spent the whole day walking and mooching around Bristol.  T was absolutely knackered by the end of the day and tearful.  Truth to be told, the tears were not just because she was exhausted but we promised her a side-trip to Toys R Us, since she brought the contents of her piggy bank with her, hoping to buy a toy with it.  But we realised it was just out-of-the-way and we didn’t want to get stuck in the weekend traffic before driving all the way back to Cornwall.

Being little T (emotional and all), her tears silently fell all the way from Mackenzie cafe, over the bridge, and back to the hotel.  She sat on the armchair crestfallen with a tear-stained face.  The lovely woman behind the counter asked after her.  My husband explained the situation and when she came back from collecting our bags in the storage, she had something behind her back.

The kind Premier Inn staff asked T for her name.  She whispered it back, not even looking at the woman.  The next thing we knew, she was handling this big white teddy bear to T.  My husband and I were really surprised.

It’s lovely when staff go out of their way to make their customers feel really special, isn’t it?  While my husband and I weren’t impressed with the room, we said “Oh we’re definitely coming back to stay at this hotel!”  I’m just really annoyed with myself for not asking her name.

To the lady behind the counter at the Premier Inn in King Street, Bristol, thank you so much!  T named him Eddie.  We tried to convince her to name him Lennny, but she prefers Eddie.  He sleeps with her every night and is a very much-loved Teddy.  Thank you for being a lovely person.

To Premier Inn, I hope you cherish this employee of yours and treat her well, the way she treated us.

A Country Mouse Roams the Streets of Bristol

I think Bristol is my favourite city here in the UK.  I like the way it doesn’t really feel like a city in some parts, and it somehow makes you feel that you also live in the countryside.  I love the restaurants and pubs, especially the Old Duke and of course, this is also the place where the Historian and I got married many moons ago.

Before T was born, we used to come here a lot, especially since once of our oldest friend lives there.  That didn’t change when she arrived.  But of course all that stopped, when she became of school age.  Occasionally, the Historian still has scheduled lectures for the OU in Bristol and when that happens, T and I usually tag along and that’s exactly what we did last weekend.  It was a chance for a brief city break for the country mice.

We left Cornwall right after picking up T from school and drove straight to Bristol.  That night, we had a lovely dinner with our friend and strolled a bit around The Old Duke before heading back to our hotel.  It was absolutely packed.  The next day, we strolled by the quayside and had a lovely breakfast at Mackenzie’s restaurant before my husband headed off to his lecture and T and I met with our friend.  We decided to visit the Bristol Aquarium.

And I’m glad we did.  T enjoyed it so much as well as the adults too.  The place isn’t too big, but we spent more than a couple of hours just watching and looking at the different species.  We were also in time for the feeding, which was really interesting to watch.

After a quick-lunch at the very busy Stables, we decided to mooch around the city just to kill time before it was time to meet T’s dad.

Since it was a Saturday, there were a lot of stalls in the streets and T had fun just looking at all of the knick knacks on the tables.  We went to our favourite St. Nicholas Market and just poked around the stalls not really buying anything, but just looking.  We also stopped at a bookshop and just looked around.

I think T is planning a holiday on her own 😉

Not long after this.  I received a text from the Historian saying that he was done and will meet us back in Mackenzie’s.  Let’s just say we were a tad bit late 😉

We did enjoy our trip and we’re hoping to be back soon.  This time with some family members in tow 🙂  What about you?  What’s your favourite city here or elsewhere?

Finding Gromit

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T is a huge Wallace and Grommit fan.  She absolutely loves them!  She even wants a Wallace doll/toy and likes to remind us how much she wants one by saying I don’t have a Wallace toy yet, do I? I mean, who on earth would want a doll/toy of a bald man, right? Only my T of course! So imagine how excited and happy she was to see huge Gromits scattered all over Bristol.

Gromit Unleashed, a project aimed to raise money for the Bristol Children’s Hospital was still happening when we were in Bristol about a two weeks ago.  Gromit sculptures made by local artists were planted all over the city and they are to be auctioned off on the 3rd of October. So if you’re rich, why not bag yourself up a lovely Gromit sculpture?  You can put it in your garden, hallway (if you have a big one!) and I’m sure it will be a great topic-starter in the many dinner parties you give at your home and if your child is a fan like mine, you’ll make them the happiest little kid in the world!  If we were rich and got her one, she would say I’m so happy Mummy!  

Since we were showing our friend around the city, it was such a pleasant surprise to find a Gromit at a corner turned and T squealed in delight every time we came across one.  She’d hug Gromit’s leg and happily run around him.  When it was time to go all we had to say was “Let’s look for another Gromit!” and she would go without a single whinge.

                          Artists: Joseph Dunmore Gromit 1 and Peter Lord CBE for Gromit 2

Artist Inkie for Gromit 1 and Sir Peter Blake for Gromit 2

Artist Ignition DG LTD for Gromit 1 and Lindsay McBirnie for Gromit 2

Artist Sarah Mathews for Gromit 1 and Richard “Golly” Starkzak for Gromit 2

All in all there were about 80 Gromits and T only got to see about 8.  She would’ve loved to have seen the Grommit Lightyear and I was curious to see what the Being Gromit Malkivich looked like.  But we didn’t really have the time to search for all of them.  The project was obviously a big hit, as we met many parents along the way with their equally excited children in tow, complete with the Grommit Trail map in hand and of course, there were also grown-ups without children who were also on the trail.  Speaking of which, I’d like to take a moment to address one or two of them on this blog-post:

Dear Sir/Madam,

Yes you with the frown and disapproving look on your face, who probably books their vacations on strictly no-children-allowed holiday breaks, also the kind who mutters under their breath when stuck with a family on a plane with a whingy toddler, train and other public transports.  Yes, you sir/madam, I am referring to you.

Do you know that Wallace and Gromit is actually an animation for children, yes, children.  Yes, I’m pretty sure the makers of Wallace and Gromit had them in mind when they made the films.  Yes, I also know grown-ups love animation too.  My husband and I do.  However, I do think that animators make these films with children as their target audience in mind.  Yes, children.  You know those little people you’ve frowned upon as they played around the Gromits as if they were hanging around precious Rodin sculptures.  And yes, while the Gromit sculptures were made by fine and famous artists, I’m certain that they were aware that their artwork would be ‘played with’ by children and I’m sure they were fine with that too.

Yes, I know all you wanted to do was take a photo of Gromit without a child playing or cuddling one of his legs.  All you needed to do was ask politely.  A simple “Excuse me, would you mind extracting your child from Gromit’s legs just so I could take a photo without them in it?  Then maybe, I would oblige, instead of you frowning and wrinkling your nose as if my child smelled of crap.  You sir/madam are crap.

Let me remind you, this might be your future too and when that happens I hope you remember the time you made a child cry all because you wanted a photo of Gromit taken without a little creature hanging around its neck.


Mrs B.

Okay, rant over.

On a more pleasant note, we ended our tour of Bristol at the Old Duke which dates back to 1775.  We got married in Bristol you see, and after our reception, we all ended up sitting outside at the Old Duke with loud jazz music playing inside the pub.

I love Bristol.

This post is linked up with Podcast’s What’s the Story