Once again, from the top, with feeling

... and here's the bus station again, sorry, Hull Interchange, from the top of the bus. You can see how they just borrowed a bit of the rail station and parked buses up against it. As I've mentioned before buses have to reverse with passengers on board, something which, according to a well and truly pissed off bus driver, happens in no other bus station in the country and is illegal on a public road but, ha ha ha,  this is private property so it's OK.

From the top, one more time

Here's the law courts building once again, this time from the top of the bus heading out to Holderness Road.

Exit pursued by a duck

The little arena cum stage in the old dry dock has wet land areas at each end with planting and clearly this sheltered spot is just the place for ducks. If this place hasn't got a name yet, and I haven't heard that it has, why not call it the Daze; it's still tagged that way. 

If Carlsberg did culture ...

Mobile Chippy

I haven't seen many of these around though I can imagine they must be visiting fair grounds, football matches and so on all over the place. Now I come to think of it, I dimly recall being told that an aunt of mine ran a fish and chip van around the York area many, many years ago; we're talking 1920's or thereabouts. So nothing new under the sun.

This was parked outside what used to be the Endyke pub which became such an unexciting place that it had to change into a shop.

You have it to do

It's a strange compulsion I know, a kind of reflection fetish ... Someone puts up a set of windows and you just have to see what reflections they give. So here's what you get from the office windows around the new dry dock stage. Below is what it looked like straight on. This is, of course, the penguin prison and fish farm a.k.a  the Deep.

Apologies for the grainy pictures, entirely my fault.

Weekend Reflections are here.

TRIP, TRAP! TRIP, TRAP! TRIP, TRAP! ...

I pondered why there might be a sliding door all secured and what have you underneath Myton Bridge. Then the answer came to me; it's obvious when you think about it. This is the home of the famous Hull Troll ("fol-de-rol" ) so be careful or he'll eat you up for supper.

The weekend in black and white is here.