4th January 2020

You left me in the Hull Ibis, oddly without a Chinese takeaway as I’d had the nacho chips (without burnt ends) in the Atom Tap.

Reader Dave “US” Southworth has let me know he can’t comment on the blog.  If you’re struggling too, let me know in the comments section below.

I thought Dave was going to explain “burnt ends” but he just wanted to let me know he auditioned (unsuccessfully) for Love Island in 2016 when he got drunk in Bewdley.


In the morning I marked up the East Yorkshire section of the GBG, noting with pride I’d beaten BRAPA to it.

I can colour

Lincolnshire was next, with a night in Lincolnshire’s only half-decent seaside town awaiting.

But first, a rare non-Spoons breakfast a half mile from Hull Tigers ground.

Named after the Bond character rather than me, I guess

As in Crewe, the Mediterranean breakfast was the best of the bunch, and fooled me into thinking I was having a healthy start to the day.

The brown thing is like kofte

A quick look at the docks confirmed, as thought, where the “true” north starts.

Possible retirement home (the boat, not Goole)

Then, over the river to the sluice at South Ferriby.

CEMEX Cement to rear

As you’ll know North Ferriby is was home to Humberside’s top football team, which in 2015 made amends for Hull Tiger’s capitulation at Wembley the previous season by bringing home the FA Trophy. Less than four years later North Ferriby went bankrupt with mammoth debts of £7,645.25.

South Ferriby

South Ferriby is mainly mud.


Note Read’s Island, with its micropub only accessible on foot at high (or is it low) tide.

The hilly bit is Yorkshire

And the leisure cruise to the Island was having a break.

Only the smaller boats operate in Winter (Sep-Apl)

Never mind, there’s another micro on the walk around the banks of the Humber.

Simplicity is best

More disappointment at The Bird Hide, with no pumps in evidence but at least you could get a good view of the Bridge. In fact, on a beautifully clear January day, there were few places better to be in Lincolnshire, except the place coming up in Cleethorpes.

The new GBG entry has a sign that seems to commemorate the visit of Wonder Woman in 1951.


This is, as BRAPA astutely pointed out, an upmarket dining pub.   Even the man who came to look at the handpumps was French.  And pubs with mermaids and antique maps are always posh.

Possibly sexist
Authentic Olde map

Now, this is a tricky one for me.  It’s essentially a restaurant, but they treated my purchase of  a half the same way they’d treat the group of gentlefolk sharing a bottle of vintage Le Chaufontiene ’54.  And the staff were really lovely, and the banter between them and the other drinker warm and pubby.

But the beer. Oh.


The house beer (Over £4 a pint) was sharp and unpleasant, and immediately replaced with good grace for the Lincoln Gold, which was homebrew hell. I wasn’t trying again, and I’ve scored them on WhatPub.

What more could I do ? Phone the head brewer ?

If ever there was a place I’d say visit, but have a Guinness, this is it.

Weird seating another highlight.

16 thoughts on “OVER THE HUMBER

    1. T’other Mudgie,
      I’m well aware of your aversion to salad – and willingly relieve you of it from a Proper Day Out lunch – but agree with you as regards breakfasts, that’s unless it’s tomatoes and they’re cooked.

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  1. “If ever there was a place I’d say visit, but have a Guinness, this is it.” –Ha! A new category of pubs, it seems. It must be tricky when there are lots of praiseworthy aspects to a pub, but then the ale is awful. Like a movie that has great acting and sets and so forth but then the story is a complete failure.

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