My last trip to Bristol was in the 90's.
Tristan da Cunha is a tiny island it the South Atlantic. It is British and has a small population, descendants of a garrison established to keep Boney in check on St Helena.
One of these descendants was a guy called Conrad Glass.
He was the islands only policeman, customs etc etc.
The Home Office decided to send this officer to the UK to develope his career, and the nearest thing they could find to all but forgotten islands in the South Atlantic was N Herts.
I had come off Traffic by then and was a 'detached beat officer'....modern speak for village bobby....in Whitwell N Herts. Conrad spent considerable time with me, learning how to skiv......operate on his own.
His biggest ambition was to buy a Landrover to take back to Tristan.
Unbeknownst to us he did so and toddled off and bought the ropiest old heap of shite possible. He was bringing it back when he got stopped on the M1. He had never even seen a motorway had no UK license and questionable insurance. Luckily he was stopped in the Herts bit of the M1, paperwork was avoided he and the vehicle were got back to Herts HQ at WGC.
In my beat was a very decent little LR garage so I got it to them to do the best they could with it.
The next issue was to get it to T d C. The arrangement then was that a boat...Mail Ship...RMS...went from Bristol every few months to resupply the islanders , so we thought it would be best if I took he, and this shit heap to Bristol docks to await shipping.
That was my last trip to Bristol.
An additional snippet is that the recent magnificent operation by the MOD to get medical care to Tristan via a very long range parachute drop was for one of their residents...Conrad Glass.