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About Bristol

Alright, mate, so I’m a mountain guide, yeah? Out there in the wild, roamin’ peaks, breathin’ crisp air—bloody brilliant. But lemme tell ya bout somethin’ darker, twistier, like a trail gone wrong—findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t talkin’ bout no fancy escort ad, nah, this is raw, gritty, real shit. Picture this: me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” sizin’ up the scene. You don’t just stumble on ‘em, see? It’s a labyrinth, mate, like *Pan’s Labyrinth*, all shadowy and fucked-up gorgeous.

Barbara Fison - from the July 2012 Parish Magazine

After the rain, the sun comes out, and it’s like a scene from a movie. The streets are glistening, and I’m feelin’ all poetic. I stroll down to Fetcham’s little park, you know, the one by the pond? It’s so peaceful there. I sit on a bench, just takin’ it all in.

Leatherhead: Views sought on multigenerational housing