3rd January 2020 The big news first. Those twins from Love Island, a show about people who like visiting countries surrounded by water, are from our village ! They came to James’ birthday party once ! Media enquiries to Mrs RM. Enough of the humping, back to the Humber and you’ll see I succumbed at… Continue reading A HULL OF A TIME
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COTTINGHAM WANTS ME FOR A SUNBEAM
3rd January 2020 Last stop before the train returns to civilisation is Cottingham, providing a first new GBG entry in what seems like a century but is probably two years. Cottingham, not to be confused with the village next to me where I lerned to rite, can best be summed up in two words. David… Continue reading COTTINGHAM WANTS ME FOR A SUNBEAM
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
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
IPA THROUGH A STRAW IN “PROPER” HULL
On the journey up to Hull I was listening to the new Tracey Thorn album on repeat. Despite having proper song structures and intelligible lyrics, it’s my record of the month (a new and shortlived feature, no doubt), with the sort of confessional detail normally only seen on a BRAPA trip to Runcorn. Tracey,… Continue reading IPA THROUGH A STRAW IN “PROPER” HULL
