A gorgeous, late Autumn day yesterday. Leaves on trees by Bristol Bridge caught the light like stained glass.
I sat for a while in the grounds of Temple Church, the tower of which looked as if it were gradually melting in the sunshine.
It's been a while since I'd walked through the Bearpit in the Haymarket. I really like the murals, right by the walkway to Broadmead Shopping Centre ...
...and the nod to Keats as I left, empty-handed. (I was only passing through.)
I can think of one link between Christmas shopping and poetry - and you won't even have to brave your equivalent of Broadmead to get your hands on them ...















