ON THE LEFT

On the way back home from spending a night in Greenbank we crossed the Easton Way turned off Stapleton Road, walked along Goodhind Street, some of Pennywell Road, Little George Street before stopping at the bridge on Wade Street to watch a pair of Mallards in the water.
‘This is where we saw the mink,’ I said pointing just behind the ducks.
‘That was a while ago,’ she said.
We stood looking down leaning on the wall.
‘Excuse me lads,’ a man’s voice said and we turned to face him. ‘Oh there’s a lady, sorry.’
He had grey shoulder length hair, a grey beard, sunglasses, wore jeans, a light coloured jacket, and carried a rucksack over one shoulder.
‘Is there a shop open down there round the corner...where I can buy alcohol?’
‘Er, no,’ I said. ‘Top of this road and to the left.’
‘Oh right, okay.’
‘Yeh.’
‘Just up at the end and turn to the right?’
‘No left, I think so, yeh.’
‘You think so?’
‘Yeh. It’s not that way because that’s the erm...stationery...thing, Office World.’
‘Staples,’ he said.
Yeh, Staples, that’s it.’
‘So up here and turn left?’
Yes, end of the road turn left, yeh. If he’s open you can buy it there.’
‘Okay.’
He walked off the way of the directions and a group of men and women standing outside the entrance of the hostel on the left.