I was going to write today's post on the train home. A two and a half hour journey should have been enough time to cobble some words together, at least to give a flavour of my day out. But disaster intruded, the power sockets in my return carriage weren't working, so my phone would never have survived the trip. The poor gent opposite me wailed "But now I won't be able to read my book!", which must have been quite traumatic... 21st century problems. One day I'm sure we'll look back on this brief era, as we do now with dial-up internet, and wonder how society ever coped before smartphone batteries were capable of lasting 24 hours. Anyway, I spent a most interesting day in this particular northern town, walking over ten miles in the process, and I shall be telling you all about it shortly. In the meantime I only have the energy to bring you these three photos, which should make it damned obvious where I was, before retiring for a well-earned sleep.
Pedants' Corner: But Hull is a city, not a town!
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