Welcome from Portsmouth. I have fond memories of Bristol in the 70s. It was at the height of the apartheid protests and the University named its bar in the Student Union the 'Nelson Mandela Bar' and then had to do a climb down, Mr Mandela was teetotal. They then changed it to 'The Long Bar.'
There were some creative students around in those days, a few students/parents converted their double horseboxes into livable accommodation and lived in those for a while.
Not coming from a horseowning family myself, lived in a 4 berth towing caravan in the middle of a field in Thornbury, 25p a night and a pint of milk per day included. My only bad day was when it was very wet one morning so as per routine I walked across the field to my car in wellies, took them off, put them on the roof while I changed into my shoes, got in and drove away. Never saw the wellies again.