retiredmartin

July 2025. Paull. East Yorkshire.

I’m enjoying the new WordPress features showing which cities my blog views come from (the non-bot ones, anyway). Some of these places are plain made up;

I do feel an obligation to visit any place I’ve not been to, especially if Blackpool Jane has beat me to it.

Who or what is Paull ?

I know there’s a giant fort overlooking the Humber, but what else does a village of 723 strung out along a colourful High Street offer the curious tourist who’s had enough of East Hull ?

A lighthouse awaiting conversion to a micro, a frankly worrying window display,

a giant rat,

and a sense of foreboding that everyone is in the two remaining pubs.

Jane had tried the Humber Tavern,

a bustling place packed with Hull KR fans watching their team lose to L***s. But not that L***s, the Rugby League one. I’ve still never been to a Rugby League match, and the fixture schedule is harder to work out than the Premier League. Do Castleford ever play at home on Saturday.

A bit Old School, hunting prints on the hamd pumps, good Sunday lunch trade, a Guvnor who takes care of his cask,

a Northern head on a decent pint of the Great Newsome. Odds on this’ll be in the GBG before BRAPA dies.

A Proper Pub in Paull.

Not sure I approve of those beanie hats, mind.