If you know your Bristol, you will recognise the above as the Clifton Suspension Bridge built in 1864.

There is a story, no doubt apocryphal, that in Victorian times a lady sightseer fell from the bridge but floated safely down with her voluminous skirts acting like a parachute.

More to the point, what are we doing here on a rainy afternoon when the view is poor?

The answer involves the Bristol International Balloon Festival that takes place this weekend. The hill from which I took the photo and which is home to the Clifton Observatory, is a good place from which to see the balloons. Or would be, if there were any balloons to see. Unfortunately, the sky is empty of anything resembling a balloon. Perhaps the gusty wet weather has brought a halt to ballooning.

Happily, the Observatory has attached to it a cafe and herein we have sought shelter from the rain. Later, when the rain holds off for a while, we will make a dash for the bus stop.

Tigger has just taken this view from outside the cafe. Maybe the weather will clear, at least for our journey back to town.