Hello again. Your jolly blog host saw some ugly weather in the past week. Grey skies, teaming rain and puddles. The swishing of windscreen wipers. One's coat hood pulled up in eskimo fashion. One's little face peeping out with mouth turned down. Early January - rarely the best time of year in the northern hemisphere.
Yet there were some clement hours when the rain went home for lunch and Mr Sun peeped through the clouds. On Friday afternoon, your jolly blog host wandered around a part of Sheffield that overlooks the Don Valley. In the city's industrial past, this valley was our smoky workshop. The thumping of steam hammers. The blinding satanic glow of furnaces. Workers lived in terraced streets that marched up the valley side. But that was then and this is now.
|"The Grapes Inn", Burngreave|
|Sutherland Road and the city's modern "Energy Recovery" incinerator|
|Maxwell Way, Burngreave|
|Rear of an industrial building on Forncett Street|
On Saturday, I drove over to Hull to watch The Tigers with old friend Tony. It was the third round of the F.A.Cup and we deservedly beat Brighton thanks to a Robert Snodgrass penalty that almost burst the net. On the way over, I followed a voluntary diversion into the town of Goole (Population 17,500).
It is where my brother Robin was born and it is still a significant inland port. Happily, neither of the parking ticket machines in the car park were working so I was able to write a joyful message on an envelope "Machine Not Working - 11.30am" and this I duly left on my dashboard before strolling about the town like a secret agent on a spying mission.
An hour and twenty minutes was not long enough. Your jolly blog host must go back to see some more including the Yorkshire Waterways Museum, Old Goole and the docks. Without clever drainage methods and without the docks, Goole would not even exist. It is a flat, watery and characterful settlement at the end of the River Ouse, close to the meeting places of other rivers that feed into The Humber.
Admittedly, all the words typed above were just an excuse for posting more pictures. Image is everything.
|The cloctower erected in 1926 to mark the centenary of the town's docks|
|The Seaman's Memorial in Goole|
|Town on the left. River Ouse on the right.|
The banking is vital to prevent flooding.
|"The Macintosh Arms" on Aire Street|
Named after docks engineer Hugh Macintosh