A night trip with a wonderful best friend
It was a warm pleasant summer night, in June 2014. One of my dearest and best friends and I got up at 3 a.m., had 3 cups of coffee in a row and headed to the local coach station to catch a coach to Bristol at 4:30 a.m. We were tired, but we didn't even realise it as we were busy living our young twenties lives. We arrived in Bristol for breakfast time, talked and sat in a café near Mead Temples Main. From there we walked our way through the whole city. We had magnificent strolls through the city, we saw the university, the sea, we crossed Bristol Bridge, we discovered an old ruin of a church that was destroyed by the Blitz war. We passed by an oriental garden pavillion where my best friend took a pretty shoot (or maybe even more shoots) of me. We marched further and passed a playground with figures on it where I took amazing shoots of her. We arrived in the city centre where all the shops were and a road with a specific name caught my eye: "Quakers Lane" near Cabot Circu