We were lucky enough this weekend to get a little tiny taste of spring.
It hasn't been a particularly cold winter, (there has barely been a frost) but it seems an age since the sun was last here. To make the most of it Ben and I walked up to Clifton Village, the fancy part of Bristol, and wandered around the fancy shops with all the fancy people. I took my film camera along, to finish the film off – the rest of the photographs didn't work quite so well, but I quite like how springlike these ones are.
We came across a little curved street that I've never spotted before called The Paragon, which is the most romantic street name I've ever heard. It was a beautiful little terrace, with brass door knockers and enormous windows looking into equally enormous and expensive lounges. I can't help but look in when a window like that presents itself.