A nice picture of flowers for my Mum, if she reads this (she doesn’t). Cheaper than actually buying them from Tesco, even two days after Mothers Day. There were loads of mothers, probably grandmothers, at my penultimate East Yorkshire tick in the backwaters of Holderness. The “Wapentake and Liberty of Holderness” if you’re living… Continue reading PICTURES OF LELLEY
HORNSEA HOPES DASHED
“Enough of all this culture, give us a pub !” says Mrs Ethel Higgins, of American Samoa, my new star reader*. Indeed I will. How about the Marine in Hornsea, the lowest of low-key East Coast resorts, somehow making Withernsea seem cutting-edge. But it’s got a big lake with a café, and a big discount… Continue reading HORNSEA HOPES DASHED
HULL – A CULTURAL INTERLUDE
Day 2 of 3 in East Yorkshire and Lincs. Time for some “culture” *, if a Chinese takeaway and a pint of Plum Porter isn’t cultural enough. I started by the River Hull at the Council buildings, for some reason. Perhaps I’d intended walking up Wincolmlee to see if the Whalebone was open at 10… Continue reading HULL – A CULTURAL INTERLUDE
UNBRIDLED JOY IN BRIDLINGTON
OK, that title only really works if you pronounce your favourite East Yorkshire resort as “Bride“, but bear with me. The train from Hull rattled past Beverley and Driffield, normally homes to at least one new GBG tick each year. This must have been a first tick in Brid for a decade, since the wonderful-looking… Continue reading UNBRIDLED JOY IN BRIDLINGTON
A SPURNED OPPORTUNITY
When you’re as far east as Hull it pays to take the opportunity to visit one of our most geographic remarkable features, one that (like midweek drinking) probably won’t be with us in another 20 years time. And pay homage to one of our most remarkable pub survivors. The walk from the Kilnsea car park… Continue reading A SPURNED OPPORTUNITY
LAND OF GREEN GINGER AND CHILLI DEVILS
A second new GBG pub for Hull, but not one that had inspired much excitement, despite BRAPA’s positive pre-emptive review a couple of years back. I see in the comments that John Watson said pessimistically “not a shoe-in for the GBG“. But then John’s a Mackem. I’d assumed Chilli Devil’s was one of those… Continue reading LAND OF GREEN GINGER AND CHILLI DEVILS
VINTAGE HULL
Hardly any photos taken in Hull have been discarded in creating these posts. I’d love to claim it’s the quality of the photographer or my new mobile phone recently offloaded by Mrs RM, but frankly it’s just because at dusk this is a marvellously photogenic city to stroll round. Tomorrow morning I may have claimed… Continue reading VINTAGE HULL
HULL – A CAT AMONG THE TIGERS
A night in Kingston-upon-Hull on a Wednesday in March is among the best things that life can offer. A budget-busting £40 buys you a night in this ornate little pub by the Marina, with views onto the Kingston retail park. Last year’s £28 pub room in North Hull was cheery and beery; the Whittington (&… Continue reading HULL – A CAT AMONG THE TIGERS
NO HAIRS & GRACES IN THORNGUMBALD MICRO
Yes, as exclusively predicted by Pubmeister in the last post, IT’S THORNGUMBALD ! I know these posts from places you’ve never been to or will ever go to are a harder sell than Manchester or Maidenhead, and to be frank (not Sidebottom) this looked the dullest place on Humberside. To be fair, nearby Fort… Continue reading NO HAIRS & GRACES IN THORNGUMBALD MICRO
PATRINGTON LICKED
Yes, get yourself down/up to Patrington and enjoy Licks tonight. As it were. Less than an hour on the bus from sophisticated Hull, but feeling a bit like the end of the world. If you’ve been to Littleport or Chatteris you’ll know that feeling. I called the amiable Amy up before I travelled to check… Continue reading PATRINGTON LICKED
