In my relaxed state of mind -- one of the few times -- I realised I have lived in the area longer than the majority of the people who will be there.
I moved down with my parents, in the Winter of 1963, this means I have lived in the Bristol area over 50 years. It was a sobering, and yet scary thought. I tried to think of some of the events I had seen over the years, and the changes in the city.
One of the first films I saw was Kes, we travelled from our school in Clevedon to the Concorde cinema at Eastville to watch the film. The cinema has long gone -- now it's part of a Pakistani multi-store -- another victim of the decline of the cinematic era.
In the fall of 1976 (?) there was a flood in Clevedon which ripped up the sea-front and left the nearby field under water for weeks. The event was a result of a heavy rain -- not unlike the recent floods -- coming from the surrounding hills. The flood gated needed to be opened to allow the water to escape, unfortunately, this coincided with the neap tides drawing the river Severn in at a high tide.
Result:- water down meeting water up = huge waves higher than three storey houses, tarmac walkways ripped up the concave surrounds under the yacht club badly damaged.