Blogs from East Riding of Yorkshire, England, United Kingdom, Europe - page 3

One of the coolest parts of Hull is the Fish Trail. Hull is a coastal city, and there is a path leading all around Old Town that is marked by different depictions of fish. It begins in the city centre and takes you to all the best sights, including Ye Olde White Harte, the oldest pub in East Yorkshire. Tia, Aurelie, Romain, and I were determined to conquer it, but the weather had other ideas. Giving Romain the map was our first mistake. Feel free to insert your own joke about men asking for directions. We barely made it out of the city centre before we convinced him to give the now-sodden map to Aurelie. From the moment we left the visitor center it was drizzling, and every time one of us took the map out ... read more

Hull. Kingston Upon Hull. King Edward I’s town upon the River Hull. I searched King Edward and Hull on the internet and after fifty references to things American (all searches on the internet seem to give me fifty things American before they list what I'm really after) I found this. "Edward the First, conquered Wales, razed Berwick on Tweed to the ground and tried to give Scotland the same treatment..." Over the years I've realised that King Edward's Hull descendant folk rarely mention this. If ever. One of my nans was born in Berwick on Tweed and she lived and finally died in Hull. She never grumbled about Edward. Not once. We used to vist her a lot. Cooked a cracking dumpling. Margaret and her man, Alex. A fine pair. Neither of them mentioned the Edward ... read more

The road is long. Some time had past since we had seen the bloke cutting the grass and we were nearly at the shop when we stumbled across a local bar called The Red Hawk. I think you have been there once or twice. After a blazing row with the pregnant one in the middle of the street I managed to persuade her that we should probably stop for some refresments (after all it was nearly 11:30am). The weather today is scorching, really glad I wore my shorts and took my sunglasses.... read more

The Green Green Grass Of Home. We'd been travelling for about six and a half minutes and already Alexx was tired so I politely requested that she "put a sock in it and crack on!!" This didn't go down too well as you could imagine so we took the oportunity to look back and get a picture of the bloke cutting the grass on Burrs.... read more

Less than 2 weeks to go now, just a couple more items needed but at least all the main things are done.... read more