On Sunday, the rain had stopped and we had beautiful weather. Just as well for our bus trip which started at the front of Wells Cathedral:
This is Glastonbury Abbey:
This is what it used to look like:
Back home in Wells, my brother and I walked around the cathedral a bit:
We only had a quick peek inside and I regret now that we didn’t dare venturing on, but this is what it looks like from the inside (screenshot from “Galavant”). You may also recognize this from a “Doctor Who” episode. Which was filmed there just three weeks before I happened to be there, but I was not a fan yet at the time.
Next we intended to head back to the Bishop's palace and walk around more, as we hadn't been allowed on Saturday, but on our way there we passed a shop of the National Trust and we looked at every single item as they were all so british and so awesome. Two hours later we emerged with three big bags and it was dark by the time.
But the best thing happed on Sunday evening. By lucky coincidence I met a girl I knew from the MacGyver forum. I approached her when she was walking down the street as I recognized the Avalon bag she carried and then we realized we know each other. She invited us to a pub where apparently others would celebrate the last evening. It's where I met Paya from Prague and we have become close friends since.
That evening was awesome, we were a bunch of international people, singing pub songs like "What shall we do with a drunken sailor" and then some fans also logged into the TV from their laptops and showed pictures of the con and we stood there, arm in arm, feeling quite blue.
The song "Nothing compars 2U" which was played at this moment will always have a special meaning to me because of this, as the words fit our experience quite well. Somehow we knew while this was the first con with RDA, it could not be the last one. We promised each other to come back next year. Well, it took two years actually, and it was Vancouver instead of Wells, but close enough!
They had put up a Stargate in the pub, and whenever the siren yelled everyone got free beer:
On Monday, we flew back home from Bristol. But only in the afternoon, which gave us time to explore the city a bit. Together with new friend Paya.
I wanted to see the famous Clifton Suspension bridge. I encountered it again many years later when John Barrowman did the TV show “Ancient Road Trip” and drove over the bridge. I may have squealed ;)
Some more pics of Bristol:
We squealed loudly when finding this place:
And somewhere at the bus stop is still hanging the umbrella of my brother...