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An Ugly Duckling

21 May

Well here’s a rare sighting. What a mute swan? Rare? Well yes when it’s in Pearson Park duck pond. In thirty odd years I’ve only seen about three swans in this postage stamp sized watering hole. I suppose all the trees and bushes must make landing and take off a difficulty plus I’m told it needs a good sixty yards to get really airborne and clear of obstacles. This one still had some brownish plumage suggesting it’s a young bird and so was unaware of the perils of Pearson Park.

And while on an avian theme; the regular summer visiting swifts that should be here by now have failed to appear. Across England sightings are down by as much as 25%.  The globe, it seems, isn’t working any more. The blue skies are a very dull and sterile place without them.
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Some geese and a couple of manky mallards

4 Oct

I know, I mean, well manky is not a nice word but it seems among British birdwatching folks these beautiful mallard hybrids have been given this disparaging soubriquet, manky mallards. Maybe that says more about the birdwatchers than these individuals.

Manky, moi?

This guy was the size of a goose. Who are you calling manky?

A Visit From Doris

23 Feb

I’ve posted this little folly before but I think it’s worth another visit especially as the trees are in their Winter best. This was part of the old town hall pulled down to make way for the Guildhall. I’ve just noticed the three rusting crowns on the top; the symbol of Hull, the crowns not the rust; although ….
The weather forecasters have taken to giving storms names, a practice I believe that originated in the States with hurricanes and tropical storms. Well today Storm Doris is due to pay us a visit and rip up this little part of the world with heavy rain, snow in Scotland and high winds for us in Hull and hereabouts. But I’m sorry Doris just doesn’t cut it as a storm name, it lacks any menace. My first cat’s mother was called Doris, for heavens sake, and a sweeter cat you never did see. The only other Doris I can think of is Doris Day! Until tomorrow then, Doris permitting.

The Trees in Winter

16 Feb

Pearson Park in February without its greenery is still a pleasant enough place to while away a half hour or so. Just watch out for the geese, the mud and the poisonous blue-green algae in the pond, apart from that and the drunks it’s idyllic. I hear talk of a two million pound make over, with a bandstand (the drunks and junkies will like that somewhere to get out of the rain) a new conservatory and so on and the loss of fifteen trees … enjoy it while you can.

Victorian Grime

15 Feb

In Pearson Park the old Queen could do with a bit of a wash and brush. She does scrub up well as they say, see here. And we breathe in the air that makes this so mucky … yikes!

The moving plod plods; and, having plodded, plods on.

22 Dec

In the  glad confident years of the end of the last century Humberside Police spent well if not too wisely and opened little stations at various places throughout the town and outer regions. One such was this in Pearson Park, next door to the mosque since you ask. There was another built on Beverley Road not four hundred yards from this… Total waste of money. Although it was a station it never seemed to have anyone in it and the couple of times I needed to contact the old Bill I had to use a phone installed in the doorway which put me through to some distant operator who took a message and promised to “see to my query” (meaning get lost and don’t bother us we’re having our tea break). 
Well you probably know where this is heading … 2008, the political choice to impose austerity and so on meant that Humberside Police had to close these places in the name of efficiency (an admission if one were needed that these places weren’t an efficient use of resources) and they also rashly sacked hundreds of officers. I must just mention in passing that Hull now has the highest burglary rate outside of London (hoorah!) … maybe it’s unconnected and really due to all that culture, who can say?.
So, anyhow,  if you want a big Victorian villa in Pearson Park with nice quiet neighbours apply to the Humberside Police…

Old woss’is name lived ‘ere.

21 Dec
‘It was the top flat of a house that was reputedly the American Consulate during the war, and though it might not have suited everybody, it suited me’. 
                                                                   Philip Larkin
Pip Larkin gets a small plaque for his endurance if nothing else; eighteen years in an attic flat overlooking Pearson Park. I’d liked to have shown more of the place, a large Victorian town house, but high hedges and a high gate with a ‘Beware of the Dog’ sign, along with sounds of said dog sniffling and growling around somewhat put me off. Visitors to next year’s city of culture are duly warned.