Edges

 It's April 1st, Fool's Day and the year a quarter over already!

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A Snicket

 A narrow passage leading from one place to another.

I do like to stroll upon the Prom, Prom, Prom!

In seaside resorts the Promenade is usually a path with views over the sea but not in Bridlington. Here the Promenade is a depressing rundown street set way back from the sea (what sea?) filled with decaying builidings and failing businesses. Charity shops are the only ones making any money down here.

For those of you not familiar with English music hall songs (and who is?) the title of today's post is from the classic "Oh I Do Like to Be Beside the Seaside"

You can call me Al

Turnstones

These waders have become accustomed to people, probably due to being fed scraps by the anglers on the pier.

Resident Woodpigeon

Today the clocks have been pushed forward an hour for reasons that I cannot fathom; why are they continuing with this wartime measure? There are strange people who say we should not only have BST (GMT+1) in Winter (!) but have double BST(GMT+2) in Summer(!!). This would, they say, "bring us into line with Europe"! Crazy, since the Europeans also put their clocks forward. It's some kind of vanity that they can have more hours of daylight by fiddling with the clock.
It is also Census day in the UK so I'd better fill out the form lest the interfering prodnoses come round and threaten me with a £1000 fine and a criminal record...
Enough, here's a woodpigeon on my garden wall, now shall I list it in the census...?

1299 and all that

These tacky steel erections you see are the commemoration of the 800th anniversary of Hull as a civic entity. In 1299 Edward I took time off from killing Scots and granted the motley collection of ne'er-do-wells and charlatans that had huddled by the muddy banks of the river Hull a charter to call themselves King's town upon Hull.  

  Some of you may be aware that a royal wedding is planned for sometime this year. Street parties were supposed to be planned by a joyous and grateful nation; however not a single application for a street party has been received by Hull city council. It seems Hull is not really a king's town after all.

"An Eminent and Munificent Merchant...."

It is difficult to imagine the howls and hoots of derison that would greet a statue like this being put up these days. In the 1870s, with the Gothic revival underway, it seemed like a good idea. Anyway, in all his camp glory, here is Sir William de la Pole, first Lord mayor of Kingston upon Hull. W.D.Keyworth was the man to blame. There's a sycophantic inscription beneath that is too ghastly to repeat (you get a taste from the title of this post). 

This hideousness is close by the vile green Voyage statue on the riverside; I tell you this should you wish to avoid coming across either of them by accident.

The Leaning Stylite of Hull

Here as promised sometime ago is the man threatening to leap into the Humber. It's part of a pair of statues linking Hull's fishing history with Iceland; the other statue is in Vik, Iceland. There's more about all this nonsense here. I note that the Icelandic version (called For) is cast in aluminium and is untarnished; the Hull one(named Voyage) is in brass and has turned green, possibly with envy that Iceland still has a fishing industry and Hull doesn't.

Drypool Bridge

Shutters

Spring is sprung, De grass is riz ....

Clearly here's a chap who is not going to let the grass grow under his feet. The council seem to be obsessive about  grass; maybe this is one  area that could be cut back.

The new building in the background is intended to be a hotel for all you eager visitors to this town. Looks just yummy doesn't it?

Rainbow-Friargate

Whitefriargate is the scene of a colourful installation by  Hsiao-Chi Tsai & Kimiya Yoshikawa inspired by "the seaport character of Hull". It's the latest in a series of exhibits using the empty shops and spaces of the street; really it's an effort to get people to visit this end of town. There's a bit more information here.

If you do fancy visiting Hull (and who wouldn't?) then be warned that Whitefriargate is pronounced as something like "Witfregit". For more helpful advice on meeting and greeting the natives I can recommend this site.

What's in a name

I have said before that pubs really shouldn't change their names. This might now be called Original Keys but you can be sure that locals still call  it the Cross Keys. It's on Driffield's Market Place opposite a hotel whose sign is below, I'll let you guess the name.

Spa wars

There has been a Spa in Bridlington in one form or another since 1896. The present Spa was built in 1932 in 52 days to replace a fire damaged building. The Spa closed in 2005 for renovation and reopened three years later after a mere £19.5 million had been spent. The saga of the redevelopment of the area around the Spa is one of delays and incompetence resulting in financial losses to hotels and boarding houses in that part of the resort.The picture was taken in April last year when the works were just beginning. The promenade area was closed all last Summer which must have given tourism a great boost. The area is now open but as far as I can tell it looks pretty much the same as before with some unattractive new features. Whether the costs were worth it remains to be seen. 

 The Spa has a theatre, the finest dance floor in the country and other attractions. It is owned and run by the  county council. 

In this media savvy age there is, of course, a web site and it's here.

The Compleat Angler

I thought fishing from the pier was just a bit of fun; not to be taken too seriously. This piscator clearly has different ideas.

Big wave

There I was taking a few snaps of Bridlington harbour when I see this guy standing up in his little fishing boat waving at me. I tried to wave back but nearly dropped the camera; then he sat down, put on the gas and sped out of the habour. I hope he had a good catch.

New Holland

Two and half miles across the Humber from Hull is New Holland. This was the destination of the Britiish Rail ferry service that ran until 1981 when the Humber Bridge opened; there were connecting trains to take passengers on to London and other places. 

The jetty you can see here allows large ships to berth in midstream; bulk cargoes from and destined for Scandinavia, Europe, the Black Sea and North Africa are handled here. 

In the foreground there appears to be a man about to jump in the river; this is a statue, at least I hope it's a statue. I'll have to investigate this further.

White Cliffs of Flamborough

If the coast of Yorkshire were pictured as a face staring out to the North Sea, Flamborough Head would be the hooked nose with Bridlington the nostrils. To take this image to its ridiculous extreme Hull would be the sore throat that never stops coughing.

Low Tide

While it's low tide it's best to catch up on the beauty sleep; the only disturbance is a heavy footed fool with a camera.

Favourite place in town ...

  

 ...well not mine anyway; but judging by the numbers coming and going surely the fave place for lots of people.  They're lovin' it.

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Am I not a Man and a Brother?

I know very little about this statue, who made it or when. Clearly  it's related in some way to the abolitionist medallion made by Wedgewood entitled "Am I not a Man and a Brother". It is to be found in the garden of Wilberforce House.

Museum reflections

The Guildhall and Law Courts reflected in the Transport Museum's specially darkened windows. One day I might actually go inside.

Angels Old and New

 The Angel on Butcher Row, Beverley has changed its sign. The new one is above, the old below. I think I prefer the old one.

Cottingham fashion week

The latest in equine garb on display showing the traditional through to the more risqué ...

Beverley Station

This Grade2 listed station was built in 1846. It's not the busiest place on the rail network with only two trains an hour going north and the same number heading south.
At one time you could catch trains to York from here but that line was closed by the infamous Beeching axe. There were plans to reopen the York branch line but that was before the banks stole all our money. 

Starburst

I believe that you can buy lens filters to produce a starburst effect but just pointing the camera at the sun through trees seems to work just as well. This was taken on the Westwood Beverley.

Warehouse Living

A Victorian riverside warehouse has been converted into apartments. I'm not sure I would like to live here considering that it is next door to the North Bridge (below) a busy connection between west and east Hull.

Big yellow crane

There has been shipbuilding on the Hull for centuries. The Bounty, of mutiny fame, was built by a Hull firm. This old crane and a couple of silting up docks are all that now remain of that industry.

Stained Glass

Leif Hagen asked for a peek inside Beverley Minster but as I don't have any shots from there this will have to do. Last year I posted some shots from inside the local church. Here are some more. If I've got my iconography right the top one is Mary and Jesus; the lower one is Elizabeth and John the Baptist, but I may well be wrong about this.

Rooftop view

The eastern end of Beverley Minster.

Yellow and blue

This is a bridge across an old dry dock or shipyard entrance on the banks of the River Hull. The dry dock is now thoroughly silted up as you can see below.

Snowdrop 2

The Blejan Eyhre under repair at Bridlington in May last year. The name translates from the Cornish as Snowdrop. Unfortunately in August the ship caught fire and sank 17 miles east of Flamborough Head; both crew members were saved.

It's that time of year

Photo by Margot K. Juby

In the paper today it mentioned that it is now snowdrop season, this is news for people who obviously don't get out much. So, for that same bunch of people, here are some snowdrops. There are obsessives (galanthophiles) who collect these small flowers, personally I'm not that impressed.
For those of you still under snow and frost your snowdrop time will no doubt come.

Clarence Flour Mills

If you close your eyes and hold your breath then this 1950s flour mill will turn into a 21st century hotel and super-dooper development, with permission for a casino (let joy be unconfined). This monumental building is next door to the Drypool bridge that I bored you with the other day. OK you can breathe now ...

Spes Super Sydera

Hope above the stars, in case you were wondering; the motto of Trinity House School. So what is this rather ornate crest doing on a decrepit old building that is slowly sinking into the river? A bit of research reveals that this is the old buoy shed used by Trinity House who are responsible for navigation and lighthouses around the coast of the UK. It's a grade 2 listed (listing?) building put up in 1901 now used appropriately, given its precarious position, by a diving company. The swan-necked crane was presumably used for lifting old buoys out of the river.

Drypool Bridge, Hull

The Drypool bridge was built in 1961 and replaced a much smaller bridge. It is designed to lift to allow river traffic to pass under; fortunately for road traffic this happens infrequently these days. You can appreciate that when the river bridges are under repair Hull's cross town traffic grinds to a halt.

For those with an engineering interest this is a bascule bridge; you can see an animation of how it works here.

Arctic Corsair

Moored behind the Museums Quarter is the Arctic Corsair, a trawler from Hull's fishing fleet of the 60s and 70s. It's now a museum piece and you can clamber on board and have good look round though on the day I was here it was locked up.
You read more about this ship here and also here. 

Riverside

This is the riverside walk behind the museums.

Half a bridge

The new bridge is still unbuilt and if today's lack of activity is anything to go by it will remain that way. Still the river mud held some some nice reflections.