Archive | May, 2014

Get stuck in!

31 May

At the end of a busy day the working man deserves nothing less than a hearty meal and an ice cold pint of the amber nectar. He might also like a little privacy and not have some prying person point a camera at him from a passing bus but, hey, you can’t have everything.
The months just fly by these days and here’s another one starting up which can only mean one thing: theme day at City Daily Photo where for want of anything better ‘zest’ was plucked out of the dictionary and flung down as a challenge. See who has been bold (or stupid) enough to take it up here.

Dogs (Fouling of L ….

30 May
Marina notice

It’s a pity dogs can’t read, I’m sure they’d be mightily amused by these warnings.

The weekend in black and white is here.

At the centre of things

30 May
Opposite the Deep

Weekend Reflections are here.

Stoneferry Blues

28 May
I posted about this bridge before (here) with an image that positively glowed with almost bucolic splendour. But this is a major river crossing with thousands of vehicles passing through this bottleneck each day so you know it’s not really all sunshine and roses. In fact it’s a little piece of hell if you happen to be on foot; noisy, polluted and impossible to cross over should you wish get to the other side of the road.

A green thought in a green shade

28 May

As I’m sitting here it’s been raining more or less continuously for a day with another day’s worth waiting to come in off the North Sea. Still if it didn’t rain ever this place would soon disappear. The land around Driffield is pretty leaky with lots of springs where the rain that’s percolated through the chalky Yorkshire Wolds spurts out. The Keld (from the Scandinavian/Viking for spring) is one such water hole that used to be part of a water powered mill. The whole area is now protected as part of the Millennium Greens project and is well worth searching out (it’s not well sign posted).

Driffield Beck

"Lazing on a sunny afternoon … "

26 May

A few years ago Charley abandoned his nice home and caring ‘owners’ two streets down to come and live in our garden and how could we refuse him? He’s an expert ratter and catcher of mice but is prone to act the idiot at times hence his usual name of  Shanny (which means “daft as a brush” in Norfolk but check out the Urban dictionary definition here!).

Brunswick Avenue

25 May

Brunswick Avenue runs off Beverley Road and was built around 1880-1890 as Hull sprawled outwards. It was once a tree lined avenue with elm trees every ten or twelve feet. When I used to live round here about the mid 1980’s there were just a dozen or so left, what demolition and rebuilding hadn’t destroyed Dutch Elm disease was killing off one by one until now there are just four left outside the PDSA building on the left. 
I never really liked living in this place. The area around here is almost entirely council housing with attendant social (should that be anti-social?) problems and though an old neighbour who I met told me it was quiet and peaceful she added “You must never leave your windows open for fear of burglars sneaking in”. The yellow skip disappearing into the distance is carrying off tons of fly-tipped rubbish dumped into a garden on the right that I have just had the pleasure of removing. Why, I ask myself, lift sofas and armchairs over a five foot fence when you could just leave them at the back with no trouble?

After a bit of searching around I found a drawing of Brunswick Avenue by Frederick Smith dated 1888, thanks to Hull City Museums.