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I've lived in Bristol pretty much my whole life, centrally, close to the heart of this city of beauty and grime, of wealth and extreme poverty, of utter delights and contradictions. Memories of Kingsdown, my childhood hood, are of a creative enclave perched on top of the hill, the smoke and colour and messy charm of Bristol spilling out before us in a jumbled, thrilling expanse.

This was back at the start of Thatcher's reign. The St Paul's Riots took place when I was three-and-a-half and I remember clearly the feeling of that neighbourhood being one of notoriety and danger. Driving through was a necessity, getting us from home to the bottom of the motorway and out to the rest of the country, and I would peer out of the window, fascinated by the people and the places I saw as we whizzed past.

St Pauls still thrills, on no weekend more than carnival weekend. Heading down at midday to catch the procession of kids from local schools dressed up, alongside bands and dancers, the kids were awestruck at the sights but most of all the sounds. Loud samba bands and passers-by blowing whistles were deemed 'too noisy!' by both, until they got their hands on a whistle of their own.

Heading down to the main stage, through the stalls and food sellers, slices of watermelon and cans of Red Stripe along every street, you could see a kind of mesmerised delight in their eyes, both boys enjoying the music and the excitement of the new.

One of my children enjoyed himself far more than the other (regular readers will be able to work out which one I'm talking about!), and I caught a glimpse of what might be when T's energy is channelled in positive ways. Is this wayward child of mine harbouring a major creative spark? Reckon he could be a performer. Actually, what am I saying? Already is.

10 comments:

  1. What a stunning set of photos. The colors are beautiful. A carnival is a wonderful time.

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  2. This looks like so much fun! Much nicer than the Notting Hill carnival (I've been a few times and aren't really a fan of the NH one as it's just so busy and there's always violence) x

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  3. great photos! looks like a fab carnival x

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  4. Sounds great :) We've never been, but i'd love too.

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  5. We didn't end up going this year but it's interesting to hear about your childhood and being little when the riots took place. My dad was working in St Pauls that day and he didn't even notice the riots outside until he left work ha! He said it was just always a bit noisy! x

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  6. I love the first photo, I have never been to St Paul's carnival despite having lived in Bristol for a while. My OH hates crowds which might explain why! x

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  7. I really love Bristol it's one of my favourite cities - I love the vibrant and creative feel to the place and these photos capture that colourful vibe perfectly

    Laura x

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  8. Fantastic photos and sounds like an amazing day out. I've never been to a carnival but really want to go to one, some day!

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  9. At least once a day, I wish we lived in Bristol, exactly for reasons like this - great photos, so full of colour and life!

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  10. hello,, i'm just visit,, have a nice day :D

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