So last weekend I was in a very unusual situation for me. My plans were all up in the air, and I really wasn't sure what I was going to do.
Usually, I am the most organised person ever. I write every little thing down in my filofax, and know what all my arrangements are weeks in advance. However, recently, I've started to a bit more care free. Someone suggests a drink at the last minute? Why not! My plans can change. Let's be spontaneous! (If you know me well, my gosh that is a massive statement for me to make right there).
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On Saturday I woke with no plans. My friend was having his birthday party in Bristol, but I'd been in two minds whether to go - none of the other girls from our group were going except the lovely Caro who is in Bristol already, it was going to cost money, and I might have had a date. But, with nothing on the cards, I decided I'd go. I bought my tickets online, headed to the gym, then ran back to get ready for my train.
I was running last, as per usual, so my dad gave me a lift to the station. The tubes are every 10 minutes to Paddington, and I was about to miss one, so I sprinted through the barriers and got on just as the doors were closing. Result. I had plenty of time when I got there, so thought I'd pick up my tickets then head to Boots. Checked my bag for my purse. No purse. It was at home, sitting at the top of my gym bag. Luckily my dad is an absolute legend, and cycled to the station, got on the tube, and met me half way (with an epic run up the platform so that I could get on the train I got off). The next train to Bristol was in half an hour from the one I meant to catch, but with 5 minutes to go it was looking like I might miss it. When I got back to Paddington, I literally sprinted to the ticket machine, and then to the platform, literally crying out to the guard as he was blowing the whistle. He let me on the first door into First Class, and I was on. Relief.
Until the ticket inspector came. My ticket was fine, I had any anytime return, so I could have got on any train to Bristol that day (small miracle). However, my 16-25 railcard, that beautiful piece of plastic that saves a 1/3 off train journeys, it had expired. The guy wanted to help me (looking like you're about to cry helps) so he scribbled on my ticket, broke up the railcard and said he'd leave it to the guys at the ticket barrier to decide if they'd charge me for a new ticket or make me pay the difference. When I got there, I just slipped the ticket through the barrier and ran off. Mwahaha.
Now another reason to go to Bristol was to have dinner with my lovely cousin. He's a 6ft 5inches lil softy of a guy who's at uni there, and I thought we'd have a good catch up and go for dinner. He met me at the station and, like the last time I visited, we decided we'd walk to our eating destination. One problem - it started to rain. He had no proper jacket and no hood, I had a broken umbrella. We walked for AN HOUR through industrial Bristol. It was wet. But, he is a brilliant tour guide, and we had some really good little chats. When we arrived at our eating destination, the amazing
Burger Joint, that was amazing too. Although we were soaked through.
I then went on to my friends flat. The party was hilarious! Some of my fave guy mates were there, and my lovely Caro turned up an hour later. So much wine! I got to sleep in her lovely comfy bed, and we went for an amazing brunch the next day, at
Boston Tea Party. If you are ever in Bristol, you must go. I had pancakes with bacon and maple syrup, heaven.
Being an adventure that happened on a whim, and the state of the weather, I was a bad blogger and didn't take any good photos. Please believe me though that Bristol is a lovely face, and you must visit!
I had an amazing little trip away. It never would have happened if I hadn't listened to my instincts and just gone with it! Being spontaneous can be a really fun thing, and a little change in attitude can make the world of difference if you are looking for something new and exciting in life.
That's enough wisdom on a Saturday. Back to catching up on blogs (loving that I got to transfer them all over the Bloglovin - what a clever little trick they took up there. You can follow mantrapixie
here). It's a snow day, stay in bed!
ellie | x