After a fourth breakfast in a row in their warm and sunny garden we took our leave of Graham and Viv and boarded the first of three buses that would get us to Hull by 2pm. On the Leeds to Hull leg we crossed Boothferry bridge which was the title of a song by Harvey Andrews. Nice album, found this on you tube.
After lunch at our hotel – Kingston Theatre Hotel, in the heart of Georgian Hull – tried calling at two nearby bars. The Wellington has just closed down on the retirement of the landlord, and the Hop and Vine does not open on Mondays (Tell me why . . .(song link) ). But the landlord of the Hop and Vine was in his yard and suggested two other bars on our way to dinner in NW Hull. The Pave on Princes Avenue provided Kelham Island Pale Rider, a short bus ride took us to Newlands Avenue and the Larkin where Abbeydale’s Moonshine ( a pale ale) was sampled. Twenty minutes walk north got us to Cottingham Road and the Gardener’s Arms for a drop of Hopback Summer Lightning.
Arrived at the Good Fellowship (a Marston’s pub) to meet up with a bunch of Stephensons for dinner (the third curry I’ve eaten in 5 days). The company was good and the beer was acceptable – a seasonal Marstons ale (? perhaps) whose name had a link to fairy queens or magical maidens (or am I imagining it).
Met a cousin called Felicity who, as a small girl walking down Westbourne Avenue in Hull, saw a blonde lady in a wheelchair wave to her from a house window (that was my mum). When she asked, ‘Who’s that lady?’ answer came there none. It seems that mum had crossed a significant line, putting her beyond the pale. The Stephenson’s were strongly Catholic and mum and dad had divorced – which might be all the explanation necessary. They only lived a few doors down the road but I never knew of their existence. That my father had four sisters, and each had children, was unknown to me until just over a year ago.