Under construction when I was a small child, the M32 flyover cuts through my psyche as sharply as it does through the physical space of Eastville junction. Usually I'm driving over or under it, often in a hurry, cursing the traffic, but today I just stood under it and felt its looming presence with an intensity I hadn't expected. I'm sure Ballard could've explained why...
Know it well. I go that way, every time I have to go to the hospital. Nice to see a steady flow of Bristol related posts...
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