Sangria and Sian

We headed off to Bristol for a very important date.

After a walk over the Clifton Suspension bridge, a tour of the shops, a walk along the river and an afternoon coffee, we met up with niece Sian. She moved here from the frozen north (of Scotland) and seemed to be enjoying the sunny weather, so we took her for some Tapas and Sangria.

What a glorious way to eat, with lots of little tasy bites to share. Some wonderful catching up and chat was enjoyed, to say nothing of some splendid Sangria. We managed to steer clear of the Bristol branch of "The Patisserie" that we secumbed to yesterday, but I can see Sian might, now that she knows where it is. The difference is that she can afford to eat as many as she likes.

Oh well, my diet can wait for a few days.