The Thirsty Thursday plan was simple on paper. An early start, tick off my remaining two East Yorkshire pubs by mid afternoon. Back in York for teatime for a bit of cooking, cleaning and blog writing before an early night. Feeling Fresh on Friday for a day at work and my 'Christmas do'.
That was the plan.
But as regular readers will know, in the world of BRAPA, if it can go wrong, it probably will.
Changing at Seamer was the first 'pain point'. I can't think of a station I more despise changing at. Every minute feels like an hour. It is freezing. The wind blows from all directions. There are no amenities. It is always a long wait too. I've never been more bored or cold than when I wait in Seamer.
Had I used my brain, the bus that would eventually take me to pub one actually originated in York. It would've been a long ole' journey, but less expensive, and a lot less Seamery. But no use lamenting what might've been.
Once in Driffield, the closest town to my pub, just after 11am, I popped into Wilko's to buy a packet of biros. I needed to write some stuff down about pubs in South Hants. I warned Keane Lewis Otter that if he didn't behave, there were other mascots lining up to take his place.
|Julian the Unicorn Owl is bound to get the folk of Stockport talking|
The market was on. That meant that the bus stop I was planning on using was out of use and I had to work out how the buses were being re-routed around the town. I erred on the side of caution, and got one on the Bridlington Road. Luckily, a wizened wise old woman was waiting so I knew I was onto a winner.
|But doesn't the song say that the Hokey Cokey IS what it's all about? So why would anyone doubt that? Or am I reading too much into it?|
|'Excuse me waiter, there appears to be an Otter in my paarnt'|
|Not the most convincing 'naughty corner ' in BRAPA history, looks more like you'd get a mild tickle, slap on the bottom and a salted caramel brownie|
|"You're getting mauled by the ..... lion?"|
|The Buffalo is drinking soupishly|
|Tim tells KLO what to think|
The train to Hull is on time, it is gone 2pm when I arrive. Quick 20 minute trek down to my final tick (allow for a diversion due to the ongoing roadworks along Hessle Rurd), a leisurely pint, and then the train back to York. Simple, right?
|You won't see these hours anywhere online!|
It only takes me a minute to recover myself to the extent where I decide I WILL hang around until 6pm, after all I've come this far!
Hull being the ultra friendly place it is, the atmosphere is more Wetherspoons than Costa with old folk leaning over to talk to strangers on other tables. A man, his wife, and a random third lady who makes no eye contact, possibly a swinger, sees my scarf and chats Hull City with me for a while.
|Eddie and the dark globe|
|Eddie and the lit globe|
|Guest ticker, trying not to give KLO the elbow or it's a straight red!|