I've been to Bristol a couple of times to do tourist stuff in the past and have recently been a few times for work. There's something about it that gives me the heebie jeebies!
It's not like I feel unsafe or think it's grim but there's something my monkey brain doesn't like. It gives me a creeping sense of doom and I've never felt such relief to be on the M5.
I seen posts on here before about people getting squiffy at certain places. What's it all about? Any rational explanations?
I'm not woo but I'm starting to think it was the scene of my murder in a previous life!!