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A foreign country

4 May

I don’t know what the protocol is with photoblogs regarding showing photos of photos; I did it before and no-one said anything so I’ll try it again. So above we have the Princes dock as it was some time ago with trawlers parked up against Maurice Lipman’s tailor shop (yes, that Lipman’s dad). I have no idea who took it or when it was taken (1940s/50s early 60s even, someone will know)  and I do hope that lady crossed the road safely. The picture is on display in Zebedee’s Yard as part of a memorial to lost trawler men, I’ll show more tomorrow. Nowadays there’s no road,  no trawlers and no tailor shop either. I think it’s selling Apples (not the fruit). 

There were two other photographs on display so here they are to make the full set.

This is from what is now the Maritime Museum, that dinky little bridge in the distance is now Castle Street

…and this is from the exit to the Albert Dock if I’m not mistaken.
(And I am mistaken; it’s St Andrew’s Dock!)

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Any colour you like as long as it’s orange

13 Apr

A veritable fleet of gas platform supply vessels was filling up the usually empty Albert Dock the other day. These belong to a company called Sealion Shipping and clearly they have a favourite colour and they’re sticking to it. It’s like a hi-vis jacket for boats.

The Gansey Girl

26 Mar

On the north pier sits this recently installed (October last year) statue, the Gansey Girl, depicting a young woman knitting a traditional jumper or gansey for her fisherman sweetheart. It’s part of the maritime trail which is apparently ten years old; how time flies. The sculptor was Steve Carvill.

I have since found out that the little fishes on the base carry the names of fishing families from Bridlington and nearby. If I’d known I’d have taken a close up but if you zoom in on this picture you might just be able to make out some names.
The weekend in black and white is here.

A couple of cobles

8 Nov

Cobles were the clinker built shallow draught workhorses of the North-east coast’s fishing industry. The larger one to the rear is the Three Brothers, the last coble to be built in Bridlington (1912) which used to lie slowly rotting in the harbour (see below) until recent restoration and rebuilding means that it is fit for purpose once again. In front of that in the red, white and blue is the much newer Whitby built Gratitude. Both these boats are the pride of the Bridlington Sailing Coble Preservation Society and if you want to know more I’d recommend going to their site.
Prior to restoration the Three Brothers was painted white and never seemed to move from this spot. This photo taken in April 2010.

Anchorman

18 Oct

Meanwhile, back in Bridlington, a new sculpture depicting a ruddy-faced chap in period costume carrying a grapnel anchor has appeared atop the Bridlington Harbour Commissioners’ offices. Reading about the plans for this I find it was intended to be situated in gardens across the road; a quote from a local councillor in 2013  “I think tourists will see it and probably stand next to it for a photograph”, he goes on, “People will delight in having their picture taken and if they spread the word when they go home perhaps it will encourage people to come here.” Hmmm, well such were the plans; now it’s just stuck out of reach on a plain old brick hut serving little or no purpose. 
The culprit, sorry, sculptor of this is one Ronald Falck.

Aschenbach to the future

22 Nov

A Victorian guide to Britain’s railway, Bradshaw’s Guide, talks of Hull being like Venice and people taking special trains from the Leeds and so on to view the sights of this spectacular city. Back then the city, or most of it at least, was surrounded on all sides by water, the Humber and a ring of docks. No-one would thnk that now, but when the sun goes down over the Marina and if you squint your eyes maybe that’s a canal going off into the distance…
And speaking of Venice, Margot, entering into the city of culture spirit that runs excitedly throughout the town, thought that for 2017 the streets could be turned into canals, to which I added, it could celebrate the ten year anniversary of the 2007 floods … but think gondolas on Ferensway, oh, oh, oh and a masquerade and some wild licentiousness to a soundtrack of Vivaldiish muzac… No? Oh well…. We could add cholera and phthisic young men as a sideshow if that is your thing. Aw come on  now …
I was going going to make some comment on the anniversary of the city of culture award but things are becoming too absurd even for me. Let’s just say that those supposedly in charge (“They will be our Barnum and Bailey, helping us to deliver some fantastic art and helping draw together everyone who wants to be part of 2017.” ) are developing a “beautiful narrative” and leave the rest  your imagination. 
Weekend Reflections are over there.

Bridlington

15 Oct

Bridlington was pretty much the same as ever it is at the end of season, quiet, the odd tourist, a few seagulls waiting for scraps, the Yorkshire Belle moored up till next year and the fishing fleet tied up because the weather’s been a bit iffy lately.