For the rest of the day we wandered around the old town and looked at the museums, the river Hull, the docks and the fanciest Victorian public toilets in Britain
. Walking past the City Hall reminded me of sitting in the bar behind the balcony with Dad, the mayor of Hull and Canon and Ball who were turning on the Christmas tree lights. Rock on Tommy.
Later on, sailing slowly down the deep Humber channel out towards the North Sea we watched the thin strip of East Yorkshire from the deck, eating olives and drinking cobra beer. On board there were cabarets and crooners and groups of lads getting ready for a weekend in Amsterdam. Meanwhile, below deck on car deck 7, Wally spent the night in a cage with four other dogs. Good job he has his Rabies jab.
Where are we now? www.wildthymefarm.org
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So, having sold the house, put all our stuff into storage and successfully persuaded the garage to give the bus an MOT, it was time to go. Sailing from Hull meant we could say goodbye to East Yorkshire. Stayed a night with Nick, Kerry, Jake, Felix and William in their lovely house, drinking whiskey till 3am. Hats off to Nick who managed to get up and go to work the next day. The ferry didn't go till the evening which gave us the chance of a day out in Hull. Our first stop was the Humber Bridge and the site of the Melton dig, the 'field of dreams’ where our eyes (and trowels) first met. Then it was into town for a yankee burger. There is a massive new shopping centre next to the station but the rest of the city is more or less the same, including the powdery flavour stuff they put on the fries.