I’ve heard some things about Hull in my time; some good, most not-so-good, but what I want to know is why-oh-why people don’t talk about The Deep? Possibly the coolest attraction Yorkshire has to offer, and I’m only bloody hearing about it last week? Well, Lydia took me on the trip of a lifetime on Wednesday. I actually got to see The Deep:
This was as close as we could get. We hadn’t enough time or money to visit the shark-shaped (so they say) submarium, but I’m sure some time in the future I will dive into its depths. Nevertheless, this is by far not the only thing Hull has going for it. The city has a great smattering of museums – and a shopping centre with a Krispy Kreme cafe, so, I have to say, I am a big Hull fan.
We started off the day in Leeds coach station – there for just after 9 am to catch our 9:30 bus, and prepared to complete task number 4, ‘Buy a National Lottery ticket and watch the draw live’. We were staying at Lydia’s home-house in Beverley, so we knew we’d be able to catch the live draw. Here is my morning ticket collection:
Upon reaching Hull, we cruised by Auntie Anne’s to get filled up on sweet cinnamon pretzel sticks, and made our winding way through the miserable, slabbering rain to the Feren’s Art Gallery, where they we exhibiting the da Vinci drawings show – which I’d already seen in the Ulster Museum in Belfast, but was pleased to see that they provided magnifying glasses for this one. The drawings are very small. From here we went to the tourist shop, where a kind Hullite directed us via literature to the most interesting places we should be squeezing into our day.
(#8. Ask someone for directions – check please!)
#37 Visit a museum. Pictures from the day, including visits to Hull Maritime Museum, Wilberforce House, Streetlife Museum of Transport, Hull & East Riding Museum, and from the outside of Dinostar – The Dinosaur Experience (it only opened on Sundays), can be found on the ‘gallery’ page. Make of them what you will.
I am ever-so-slightly in love with Hull’s Maritime Museum, I found the weapons, skeletons and ivory carvings fascinating – some great research for possible future nautical comics/animations. Dressing up as a whaler’s wife, with my whaling husband, Lydian, by my side was the high point of the trip. The decor of the Hull & East Riding Museum was very impressive indeed – a very lovingly crafted place, not a corner of a room is left without timely decoration. Yes, these were my favourites, and I would recommend Hull to anyone who enjoys fun things. In fact, if anybody is planning to go some time, I would gladly come along again – but on a Sunday this time.
Arriving in Beverley that evening, I was treated to a lamp-lit tour of the astounding Medieval town. It is saturated in fascinating history, and is somewhere I’d love to see in daylight – especially for their incredible Minster, that is a place I’d love to explore some day.
#49 Watch a documentary: At Lydia’s homeplace, we were treated to a lip-smacking feast of fajitas and Vienetta as we watched A State of Mind, an unnerving documentary on two child gymnasts and their families for over eight months during training for the 2003 Pyongyang mass games in North Korea. Although the documentary is around eight years old, it was still a striking insight into the lives and beliefs of the North Korean people. The documentary was – I believe – made as objective a portrayal of this particular subject as was possible. Because the documentarians never feature in the film themselves, you get a sense that the lives they are documenting are going unchanged, uninfluenced, or undisturbed by their presence, and therefore the film captured appears to be a great deal more naturalistic than if the interaction of the film makers with the subjects of the documentary had been exposed.
After this was Derren Brown’s Fear and Faith, which was good, though his shows always make me very uneasy. His bravado in being a very manipulative person makes him a hugely untrustworthy character in my mind. Then came the crescendo of our trip; the Lottery Draw:
We did not win. The lottery has never sat well with me either… Too much of 1984 in it. My, that was a bad year.Advertisements