Mundane pictures of the North
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neonwilderness
What would Badgers do?
Has anyone been trapped on the causeway recently? That's a good question to wind up the locals 
neonwilderness
What would Badgers do?
Bede's World just now
farmerbarleymow
I'm Petee's spirit animal
Hello folks! I'm back from a bit of a mammoth trek, round the lovely environs of Saddleworth (which is definitely NOT West Yorkshire for those people there who seem to have problems with boundary changes 40 years ago!).
Around 7.5 miles, up hill and down dale in an 8 hour day out, and my heels are shredded. I was limping as I walked across the city centre after getting off the train at Victoria - ouch!
Serves me right for going out on a long-ish country walk in proper walking boots for the first time in ages.
Got tons of pictures, but almost all of them are lovely, even if they qualify as being mundane for that sort of Northern village/countryside area. Some amazing houses up there - I'd certainly like to live there.
And for cyberfairy, I went to the cemetery and got some pictures of the Bill O' Jacks grave.
Up a bloody steep hill mind, but the views were worth it. 
As it happens, I had a lovely chat with a retired Latin teacher all the way there on the train, and we were talking about murders and lovely grisly things as her daughter was a solicitor in criminal law. And we of course talked about the Moors Murders as she lived in Uppermill. A really lovely lady*.
* and she earned 1,000 more lovely points as she said I didn't look my age when we were sharing stories of knackered hips and knees.
It'll take me ages to go through them so maybe post them over the next few days.
Around 7.5 miles, up hill and down dale in an 8 hour day out, and my heels are shredded. I was limping as I walked across the city centre after getting off the train at Victoria - ouch!
Serves me right for going out on a long-ish country walk in proper walking boots for the first time in ages.
Got tons of pictures, but almost all of them are lovely, even if they qualify as being mundane for that sort of Northern village/countryside area. Some amazing houses up there - I'd certainly like to live there.
And for cyberfairy, I went to the cemetery and got some pictures of the Bill O' Jacks grave.
Up a bloody steep hill mind, but the views were worth it. As it happens, I had a lovely chat with a retired Latin teacher all the way there on the train, and we were talking about murders and lovely grisly things as her daughter was a solicitor in criminal law. And we of course talked about the Moors Murders as she lived in Uppermill. A really lovely lady*.
* and she earned 1,000 more lovely points as she said I didn't look my age when we were sharing stories of knackered hips and knees.
It'll take me ages to go through them so maybe post them over the next few days.
farmerbarleymow
I'm Petee's spirit animal
I've got pictures of some great arches! And these are especially lovely arches.
The Ribblehead Viaduct?
farmerbarleymow
I'm Petee's spirit animal
The Ribblehead Viaduct?
Calm down dear, its not that!
But very nice ones nonetheless.
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= 2 birds, one stone.
will upload the proper proper ones tomorrow, bit tired after all the lionclimbing, innit?
farmerbarleymow
I'm Petee's spirit animal
Bede drank mead, and was drunk as a skunk. And had a cat called Roderick. I think this is a fair summary!
This was mandatory school-trip stuff when I were a lad - I suspect most school kids in the NE were dragged to these sites. I remember being bussed up to Jarrow about thirty years ago.
I don't know if he had a cat called Roderick I made that up. Had all the usual local heroes rammed down our throat too, Grace Darling, Collinwood, Emily Davidson, Armstrong, Bede, St Cuthbert, and that's all I can remember off the top of my head
*snigger*
*snigger*
farmerbarleymow
I'm Petee's spirit animal
Some of today's efforts. From early this afternoon, round the Avenues...
Some more lovely Victorian piles.
Anthony Minghella's old house is in this row, as identified by a green plaque. One of these is for sale, and if I'd the money I'd be right in there. Gorgeous houses.
Another fountain.
And where one of them should be, complete with local protest group demanding it back. I have some sympathy ... but I'll be donating my cash to Hull food bank or the local homeless shelters first!
Hull City Mini!
You can't read them in this view, but the inscriptions over the door make clear these are retired railwaymen's cottages.
Guess who...
Some more lovely Victorian piles.
Anthony Minghella's old house is in this row, as identified by a green plaque. One of these is for sale, and if I'd the money I'd be right in there. Gorgeous houses.
Another fountain.
And where one of them should be, complete with local protest group demanding it back. I have some sympathy ... but I'll be donating my cash to Hull food bank or the local homeless shelters first!
Hull City Mini!
You can't read them in this view, but the inscriptions over the door make clear these are retired railwaymen's cottages.
Guess who...
HRI from Argyle Street corner.
Looking south from the footpath to the KC Stadium.
Two places to worship - at the church on Anlaby Road or the great god of KC.
The Temple of KC.
An old cinema with a tree growing out of it.
I quite liked 'Hair Cut Hut'. The Carnegie Heritage Centre next door is a great place for local history and so on.
Friendly-looking pub.
Some shops.
TA Barracks.
St George's Road School.
Chapel on the corner of what used to be known as 'Little Beirut.' Now smartened up a bit...
Random street corner on the Hessle Road.
Rayners. Once a fishermen's pub of some notoriety...
Great shop building and bank - which judging from the carvings has been a branch of Yorkshire Bank ever since it opened - on Hessle Road.
Monument to a trawler skipper and another man who were killed in the 'Russian Outrage' in 1904.
Another old fishermen's pub.
Lovely building on the corner of Coltman Street.
Unlovely modern buildings, by the flyover.
The older gay community in Hull know the landlord of this place as 'the only homophobic poof in the city.' He doesn't have much time for gay men ... even though he and his boyfriend have run it for thirty years, and the club on the back of it used to be the main venue in town for a seedy Saturday night out.
Just down from the Ally Pally.
Looks like a Volvo advert.
Cafe and ... well, can you read the inscription on the sign to the left...?
On the beer garden wall of a pub I didn't even know existed until today.
A not-very-good photo of the Vauxhall Tavern. Inside it is the most spectacularly camp pub I know. This afternoon was the first time I'd been in in years, and I hope the next time is soon.
Porter Street flats.
Porter Street again. The magnificently divey music hall that used to be down here has gone without a trace.
Four years ago I had a job interview here.
Paragon Station, from Park Street railway bridge.
farmerbarleymow
I'm Petee's spirit animal
My god that takes me back. I went to an old 'board school' which was built in 1872 following one of the Education Acts in Victorian times. They always sound like some kind of remedial school, but were mainsteam. Mine was Norton Board Primary School, on Norton High Street. A lovely school, and much more advanced than the CofE primary I transferred to when my parents moved in 1980.
Sadly it is now a supermarket.
To fill in a gap in post #2395, here is the flyover I mentioned, looking back towards Coltman Street and the bottom of the Hessle Road from under it:
Except it isn't, because the dual carriageway sweeping down from here becomes the Hessle Road. A few of the old road's landmarks - such as the Ally Pally and the Vauxhall - remain on its south side, cut off from their old surroundings, but most of the inner end of the old Hessle Road is completely gone.
Except it isn't, because the dual carriageway sweeping down from here becomes the Hessle Road. A few of the old road's landmarks - such as the Ally Pally and the Vauxhall - remain on its south side, cut off from their old surroundings, but most of the inner end of the old Hessle Road is completely gone.
longdog
What is it you can't face?
According to Google Earth it was 9 miles and I get a bonus mile for walking to and from the bus stop at each end.
I'm too shagged out to post any tonight but I can't resist posting a picture of the quite spectacularly seedy 'Discretion' knocking-shop (we didn't go in).
From their website... "“Not once did I feel rushed; she even slowed down when I indicated so I did not blow too soon."
Now that's what I call a good service
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