The Great East Yorkshire Completion (GEYC) weekend arrived, with two days to clear five GBG pubs before we re-enter the Ice Age (SOURCE: Daily Express).
If Hull feels a long way away (SOURCE: Every lazy London journalist, ever), Hedon feels ever more isolated from the real world, whatever that is.
Here you get a distinct feel of Humberside market town, like a mini-Driffield, always a favourite of mine.
Of course, it’s worth the journey just for the white/cream phone boxes. In Greater Hull it’s still compulsory to make at least one phone call a day from these beauties just to keep them open, rather than turned into the new “libraries”.
It’s also compulsory to admire the parish church.
It’s a one street town, trying to provide one of everything to stop folk going to the nearest Asda. So you get a one way system designed to ensure pedestrians get attacked by cars, one museum closed,
one cake shop,
one Proper Pub,
and one shiny micro pub with the worst pun since the last BRAPA.
As usual, the pictures tell you everything.
What you can’t tell is that the beer was served by the cheeriest barmaid of the year with the best laugh (BRAPA may have a view on this), that I was offered a choice of glass, or that the music was “Mary’s Prayer” by Danny Wilson, an all-time favourite.
That lot, and some energetic banter “I’m on the rooty tooty” made up for a beer that took a while to clear and was emphatically the wrong choice.
Oh, and everyone stared at me in Hedon. It was like that scene in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang where they spot a child. Am I that weird ? (Mrs RM need not answer).