The Hulliday-Day 2, Walking, Evenings, Resting and Flood Barriers Part 5.

It was starting to become apparent on the incredible journey to the Fruit Market that resting is important. We tried our best to keep chipper but we were falling into the hungry, maybe getting a bit tired, need my ear muffs, shoes are hurting, too many leaflets in the bags- insert other things in the bags that we didn't need to carry. 'Its fine though as we can eat there Sarah!' I said. Still with hope in our hearts that Sarah Lucas would be there for us to see, we continued through the very clean streets and saw these things; 

I bought some stamps in here. Very pleasent and orderly.

We we were drifting and becoming lost, we were overwhelmed and needed a shortcut and we chose a very nice one at that. You can read all about Hepworth Arcade HERE. I especially like this part-

'Joseph Hepworth took the first steps towards building his dream arcade in 1888.'  

and this bit-

 'The original intention to name it Victoria Arcade in honour of the reigning monarch had, by then, been dropped by Hepworth in favour of naming it after himself.'

A dream arcade of ones very own.

Outside into the light we saw more fish and some lovely glass on Holy Trinity Church.

In the distance after crossing over we had arrived at the Fruit Market (quarter). They said change is happening, we believed them, we had come here special, we had come to see Sarah Lucas.

We checked our dates -check, we consulted our map- correct and we viewed the timetable -present, however through the windy street we found that it was very quiet. Where was everybody? We looked at The Female Gaze exhibition window, right place and we wanted to see it. We tried the door-closed.


Oh look, we wanted to see this- closed- (However upon checking it had moved to a new location back where we had originally started from at 10am that morning, so closed.)

It is OK though as these oranges are nice and the Humber Street Gallery is here and we can eat first and see Power in Woman and Sarah Lucas. Stop going on about it, we eat and look.

I would like to tell you that we saw the Sarah Lucas sculptures, the one big thing that we were excited about seeing and one of the main reasons we visited. I would like to say that we spent hours in there and laughed and pointed at things all the time thinking yes, this is very good, THIS IS IT!

What I can tell you is that we went inside and looked at the menu, we ordered halloumi wraps and a cup of well deserved tea. Sarah asked about the exhibition that was on and where about it was and like a bolt of lightening we were told it had been taken away. Just gone. As if Grotbags had flown in, clicked her fingers and turned it into dust. Just gone. We repeated these words throughout eating our wraps which were swallowed whole in temper. Just gone. We gathered our thoughts and tried to smile but we couldn't. I didn't smile again until I thought about what I was going to have for my tea later but it took a lot of doing to make that happen.

Just gone. 

We left and we felt flouncy and cross. Everybody had gone, just like Sarah Lucas. Just gone. The only light in this terribly dark tunnel came from a man with a 21st birthday balloon. He had decided to come out on his birthday, have a nice tea, wander round the fruit market and probably wanted to see Sarah Lucas but as it was gone he kept walking. On closer inspection it seemed he had done what we have all done at some point, new shoes without socks. His poor heels were a mess and we wanted to help, offer plasters but they were all gone. 

Deflated and not sure of our facial expressions we decided to seek solace back at Lennys. We saw The Deep which we realise now we should have visited instead to avoid the earlier events but I'm trying to gloss over it as it is just too emotional. In fact no I am right pissed off about it and I want a turtle teddy and a pencil and to see the stingrays. Oooh I tell you.

The Hull flood barrier calmed us with its beauty and guided us back to Lenny with feelings of 'not wanting it to be spoilt but...'

Barrier of beauty.

Just gone.

Back at Lenny's we sat and plotted but then ended up sitting until teatime. Here are some nice out of Lenny's window pictures- The two tall poles in the distance are part of the Humber Bridge.

If you look closely next to the church on the left you can see coloured lights. This is called 'I Wish To Communicate With You' by Italian artist Silvio Palladino. Here are some words about it from The Goodwin Trust

'I Wish To Communicate With You is an ambitious mass participation project engaging local residents in a major art installation. Over the upcoming weeks Thornton Estate will get a full colour makeover with the majority of the 600 residents, living in 240 homes, across the five high-rise tower blocks participating in this large-scale light installation.

Tinted filters will be fitted in the communal lighting areas and coloured sheets will be stuck in the window panes of each property. As darkness falls a collage of colour will be created across the estate, free for all to view.'

Ideally we should have gone to see it properly but once spotted out the window and looking at our comfort wear and cardigans we decided we had seen it so it was OK.

We ate our big proper tea of fish, chips and peas in Lenny's and waddled back upstairs for Inspector Frost and rest. Until the morning came of our departure day, we planned our last few activities to be completed and tried to unset our faces. PS- Inspector Frost wasn't on.

All websites and links accessed 15th April 2017.

The Hulliday, Day 2, Afternoon about 3ish, Part 4.

Tiredness had struck us but we still had things on the Hulliday list to fulfil, like The Streetlife Museum and their exhibition about cats.

It was very nice in here with lots to see and it smelled nice and oily.

Thomas Sheppard- A very important man- Read HERE.

After 5 minutes of holidng the lever it decided I was modest. I took my hand off in the end.

The Fabulous Felines exhibition was great and it focused on the work of Violet Roberts who was a musical theatre performer and postcard artist in Hull. I liked that her postcards 'feature comic, fashionably dressed cats.' I had seen these postcards before but I never knew who they were by and now I do and so do you.

These post -its were very good and my favourites are awesome white cat, super fat cat, pussy bear and bam.

Amy Johnson - read HERE all about her and about A Moth for Amy that are dotted around Hull. We saw three and they were most exciting. You can download the moth map HERE.

Lovely stuff.

Saying goodbye, the outside hurt our eyes as the sun had come out. We wanted pizza.

Good frog, nice frog.

Next stop was The Hull and East Riding Museum.

This is Malcolm, we are going steady.

Mosaics, do you know what, they still astound me all these years later.

Mammoth. My dad found a mammoths tooth on the beach once.

By now we were failing at our list. We needed to eat, my feet needed corn plasters and we probably needed the toilet but we just weren't sure if we should. We consulted our oracle and found that we needed to be on the other side of town in a place called The Fruit Market....

The Hulliday, Day 2, Early Afternoon 2, Part 3.

Following on from the Maritime Museum we looked at things like this;

We entered Queens Gardens and when you type it into Google, this comes up,

'Queen's Gardens is a sequence of gardens in the centre of Kingston upon Hull. They are set out within a 9.75-acre (4 ha) area that until 1930 was filled with the waters of Queen's Dock. As the dock was not fully filled in, the gardens are largely below the level of the surrounding streets.',_Hull

Well fancy that.

This was peculiar and we couldn't work out what it was at first. Looking for more information about it, I found this- It's the Hull 2017 logo but only half a H, so the reflection makes the rest. Well flipping heck.


First mural excitement of the day came from Robert Adams, untitled concrete 1958/1959. The 20th Century Society says-

'Commissioned in the late 1950's, the panels were designed by Robert Adams (1917-84) and represent the only example of English modernist sculpture in Hull. They are also one of the few examples of the artist’s work in Britain. The mural forms a feature within Queen’s Gardens, and was part of a commission that also included six carved stone panels by Kenneth Carter, then a lecturer at Hull College of Art'

It could do with a wash and I will do it for free as it is so special. Call me.

This was also peculiar, I thought it was something off a ship at first but after trying to find out more this happened;

Queens Gardens drinking fountain.

'A large circular sculptured table featuring several individual push-button drinking fountains is still located in the north-east corner of the gardens, and dates from the c.1960 refurbishment of the gardens, although it has not worked for many years.'

I wished it did work.

The excitement became almost too much, once we turned to see Hull College designed by Frederick Gibberds & Associates. A complete beauty.

Yes! we are as chuffed as you! At least we think that is what he was trying to say.

But it wasn't over yet as there was something else, so big and exciting I needed to reapply my lip balm and fast.

The William Wilberforce monument was very grand but I was too close obviously and only had my little lens, so here is the bottom of it. Read more about it HERE and HERE and HERE

Cue, The Ferrero Rocher music.

There isn't that much about this sculpture, it is definitely a Mitchell and shows a protractor and some tools, scissors and pliers, but I do not know its name or date. I'm glad I saw it anyway. I felt special.

After a small comfort break and pamphlet collecting, we decided to head off to the museums in the Old Town. Here are some things that we saw on the way. 

It had stopped raining by this point but we so wished we had packed our easy peel satsumas for strength.

All websites and links accessed 9th April 2017.

The Hulliday, Day 2, Morning 2, Part 2

After a wonderful nights sleep in a massive bed promised by Lenny, we awoke to the sounds of Hull beeping and shouting through our window and a lot of wind and whistling. Rolling out of bed I started to plan my breakfast experience whilst sorting out my tights. I had dreamed about this moment for weeks and I wanted black pudding and egg to be a definite on my plate. 

Over faced with choice we first sorted out the small gratis Marmite and Golden Syrups whilst waiting for the rotating toaster to finish. We have no photo evidence of Lenny's all you can eat breakfast for £8.99 as we ate it all for strength but it was worth it and the tea was miraculous, as were the hash browns.

Back to fix hairs and faces, our first destination of the day was to be The Ferens Art Gallery.

The weather was pretty awful with massive rain but on the way we saw these;

Inside The Ferens was lovely with very friendly ladies who greeted us and promised us that our brollies would be safe. We could take pictures but not of the contemporary art which was a shame as it had some good stuff, but them's the rules. 

Emma Sandys- La Belle Jaune Giroflee 1870.

I loved this painting and even sat down to look at it. 

Malcolm Drummond, Interior of a Cinema 1913/14. 

Barbara Hepworth, Icon II, 1960

I really liked the Screaming Popes and also there was a Maquette for Birdman by Elisabeth Frink. I did a small 'ooh' when I saw it and crossed it off my Frink list.

Bik van der Pol, Unititled (Gold) 2009.

Eileen Agar, The Archer 1967.

After returning back to collect our brollies, mid morning elevenses were due. We said goodbye to everyone and went to get tea and cake where more lovely people served us to the tune of a pneumatic drill. I was feeling like Hull was a big Granddad in a warm cardigan telling and showing us things from the olden days.

Once fed we saw activity such as this;

Poppies-Weeping Window. Read about them HERE.

Onward into The Maritime Museum with even more lovely people who welcomed us and minded our brollies. I was liking all of this very much.

The Maritime Museum was once the old dock offices and it was very grand inside. There was strong emphasis on whaling and trawling, which was very interesting and I saw probably my most favourite thing I have ever encountered;

I don't believe that it is, not with them teeth.

We met lots of new friends in the cabinets and saw a lot of bones and scrimshaw.

The story of Truelove was really interesting and you can read more about it HERE.

I didn't like that she was by herself in the corner, so I said hello and touched her hair.

I liked how he looked perplexed.

This was also very interesting about The Ferriby Boats. You can read all you want about them HERE and HERE.

Moving further on we came across a tapestry room which was very nice with quilts made by Cathy Corbishley Michel who has printed onto fabric images of Captain Cook. They were really good and vibrant and they made me want to make one. There's more about them HERE.

Little woolly head man and sea treasures.

Nice pants.


Jolly Jack who sounded like he needed a cough sweet.

Some postcards from the gift shop- staple purchases.

After finding a penny for luck our next stop was to visit the park and the William Mitchell sculpture for the mural list cross off.

This is called 'Angst with Trolley' I have realised also at almost 35 years old that I need to probably pack the wearing of pumps in. You don't see it until it's in front of your face.

All websites and links accessed -7th April 2017.

The Hulliday- Arrival, Afternoon 1, Day 1, Part 1.

'What do you want to go to Hull for?'  'Ooh I've not been since the mid 90's and it was...' (insert scrunched up face) 'HULL? HULL? WHY?

Well, I will tell you why,  because it is there.

Also it has been awarded UK City of Culture for 2017 and as day trips are a staple of my existence and my friend Sarah is renowned for her love and even coined the expression of 'the eight hour holiday' we decided to visit this mystical land of Hull for a two and a half day mini break Hulliday. 

Hull according to when you type in Hull in Google- 

'Kingston upon Hull, usually abbreviated to Hull, is a city and unitary authority in the East Riding of Yorkshire, England. It lies upon the River Hull at its confluence with the Humber estuary, 25 miles inland from the North Sea, with a population of 259,000.'

Better still read this HERE.

The way up-  Glossing over the M60, I arrived at Sarah's in good time with car snacks and corn flake cakes. After plotting our course we were taken through a selection of places that didn't look like a motorway. Kirklees up on a foggy mountainous ridge, the place where Last of the Summer Wine was filmed and the lovely sounding Kitchenroyd. This was all very nice but Hull time waits for nobody, so we ignored our man that plotted the map and got onto the M62 where high on the hill I saw my beloved Ferrybridge teamed with Drax and Eggborough. I do like a good power station, plus as a kid on the way up to York we always stopped at Ferrybridge service station for ablutions and a Little Chef all day breakfast. 

Finally arriving within the boundary of Hulliday, we saw the majestic Humber Bridge. It is technically the Golden Gate of the East and as Sarah said, 'It is the nearest I will get and it is all we have got'.

Arriving at Lenny's House there was much excitement, mainly what we were to eat and if there would be tea making facilities and enough milk. Luckily there was and although we nearly got blown into the River Humber in a freak gust of wind, the sheer amount of accoutrements we had on our person kept our gravity central. 

After a cup of tea and a small sit, out we went in search of a feed and life. There was a lot of commotion in the town centre with flashing lights, trucks with 8 wheels or more and people all standing in a line looking at something. It then became apparent that an hour into Hulliday we had missed the giant wind turbine blade installation by artist Nayan Kulkarni but at least we were there to wave it goodbye.

Further walking led us down side streets filled with these pleasures, but hunger had hit and we needed to find St Stephen's shopping centre quick.

The rain started and Hulliday lull had taken hold until through my rain soaked glasses we spotted the shopping centre. A building with lots of nice shops and a very nice glass frontage. Upwards on a series of escalators we floated into The Real China all you can eat buffet. The premise of this is that we like buffets, we like Chinese and we like all you can eat and at this point it was imperative.

Here is the only surviving picture of my first and many courses-  I basically knew from the taste of my first prawn cracker we would be together forever. I am giving The Real China a very strong 9/10 with a point knocked off as you never give a full ten unless you are Len Goodman.

After grazing for nearly two hours we waddled back into town to look at more things. It was very quiet for a Sunday night and very clean and shiny.

Slowly plodding and trying to expel the 40 course buffet, suddenly from nowhere we were greeted with the most beautiful sight our eyes ever did see;

The Three Ships, Italian glass mosaic by Alan Boyson. I had wanted to see this for a long time, mainly because of my love of Muriel's but also as I signed the petition to get it listed. It really is beautiful and everything I hoped it would be. You can read more about it HERE and HERE as I just get too emotional when talking about my Muriel's. The ships masts spell Hull.

At this point we needed to change into our leisure wear for comfort, so we decided to go back to Lenny's and rest. The whole town centre had been closed off for the Blade to be moved so we took the long way round and saw these things.

After reaching a dead end and escaping through a shopping precinct playing Phil Collins, we saw things like this projected onto the buildings above. 

Nearly back at Lenny's, wishing for a sit, leisure and my corn plasters, we walked across the Scale Lane Swing Bridge where Spencer Tunicks 'Sea of Hull' was photographed. I liked the big red light and I read that when it is swinging open for boats you can stay on it. Fancy, but at this point I needed to sit and watch Inspector Frost on ITV3. Just because your on Hullidays doesn't mean your programming has to suffer.

We then wrote down our Monday sightseeing action plan of things to see and dreamed about Lenny's all you can eat breakfast. PS-Inspector Frost wasn't on.

Stuff, Bits and Dancing.

After a fair few big drives up, down and around these past three weeks, I am going to spend the next few days, mainly sitting, maybe I will dress myself, maybe I won't. Maybe I will eat lots of crisps or maybe I will stick to the bread sticks I have been trying to give everybody gratis but have ended up having to eat due to the best before.

Either way, I am not going to be doing much except catching up with Inspector Frost and probably trying to iron that dress that is un-ironable.

Stuffs- Dan bought me this beautiful cup that is now the keeper of my Chewits. It is important to have a keeper of such things.

Important picture from Worthing that is very important but my dad has since told me 'It Is not as old as you think it is Emma, could even be an off cut' ? whatever, I like it and it is going to be hung up above my snow globes.

Bits- Dean goes Dixie will be an evelope soon so look quick and remember.

I liked the cover on this so it may survive the scissors.

I got 20 old patterns for 40p in the charity shop. I think it was a mistake but also I think they just wanted rid. They have now ridden into my arms and I like how cross Bond Street Wendy is. 


Some sort of knitted, stitched and embroidered scene all in one. The lambs are my favourite. Unassuming. 

This has been included in the bits as I was convinced Daniel had wet himself as I could smell wee, turns out gypsophila smells like wee when it is on its way out. It looks nice though all the same. 

Dancing- This was inside a book I bought and it told me to enjoy dancing so...

I whipped out my glitter ball, shone my 1000 watt torch onto it and grabbed Daniel...

We managed a natural turn and then he bit my head. Next week we will try the 'Start Daniel' step.

Ten Minute Daytrip Out The Car Window- Desert Quartet, Elizabeth Frink, Worthing.

Elisabeth Frink is my favourite sculptor, close second is William Mitchell. I have been ever since I first saw her The Welcoming Christ sculpture on the front of the Anglican Cathedral in Liverpool.  On a trip to Worthing back in February, I wandered around the town and saw a set of heads on top of a building. I recognised them and knew they were important but my brain in its cold and hungry state only managed to say ‘Oh look, heads’. It wasn’t until I got home that I found out the full extent of the error my brain had made and I immediately planned another trip down there to see them.

The Desert Quartet was to be her penultimate sculpture and I love this entry on the Worthing Society Desert Quartet page

The Desert Quartet sculpted by Dame Elisabeth Frink

‘In 2007 The Worthing Society was alerted that Mr.Humphrey Avon the developer of the Montague Centre was holding a competition for a sculpture to replace the Desert Quartet in Alexander Terrace at Liverpool Gardens. This proposal was completely unacceptable to the Worthing Society and a campaign was launched to prevent the removal of these bronze busts.

The Twentieth Century Society and the Public Monuments and Sculpture Association were informed and representations made to the Secretary of State of the Department of Culture Media and Sport. As a result the Desert Quartet and its supporting loggia was listed in the category List II* on the 11th May 2007, which provides considerable protection against the removal of the sculptures.On 28th April 2007 a petition was launched by the Society to retain the Desert Quartet in its present position. Two petitions were handed to the Mayor and the full Council on 26th June, one containing 840 signatures and the other 415 online signatures. It was hoped that this was the end of the matter but Mr.Avonapplied to the Secretary of State to have the listing reviewed. The Worthing Societymade urgent representations to the Secretary of State to keep the listing and urged the Worthing Borough Council to do likewise. We can now report that the bid to have the listing overturned has failed. 

The Desert Quartet is a much loved local landmark and a public art work of national importance and indeed international importance; every effort will continue to be made by this Society and the Twentieth Century Society to permanently retain the sculptures in their present position.'

Ted Kennard (Committee Member)


This piece about the sculpture is credited on the Elisabeth Frink Estate website-

Desert Quartet I


1989, bronze, edition of 6

modelled in plaster carved with rhythmic marks over entire surface

Woolland studio, Dorset

H: 130.8 cm (51 1/2 in)

Frink entitled these monumental series of 4 heads, Desert Quartet, because she felt they related to her feeling for the dynamic force between space and containment that she felt when in the Tunisian desert.


As when I see any pieces of her work, I wasn’t disappointed and after finding them again by car, I was so pleased and almost blocked the whole road looking at them. They are situated in Alexander Terrace at Liverpool Gardens. There they sit looking out on things and I really loved them. The colours, the framing everything and I wish I lived opposite so I could see them everyday.

By this point, I had blocked the road, so I had to leave but they really are great. I have a list of her works I would like to see and have seen, so I was pleased to be able to cross them off.

Further Reading…– Everything you need to know.– The Tates Collection. 1456195.html- Obituary– All of the information about public art and Sculptures.

All sites accessed 24th March 2017.

Two Hour Driving to Somewhere Else Day Trip- Eastney & Portchester.

After visiting the library, Dan and I decided to go to a beach. We arrived and parked and listened to the bloke next to us playing what I think was Dire Straits out of his window. It was dire. 

Walking on we saw boathouses and Sea Winds from Dartmouth. Sea Winds from Dartmouth was in trouble and was going to be removed. I would like to live on Sea Winds from Dartmouth and travel to Dartmouth in the sea wind.

Collecting bits of stuff on the way, I was convinced I had found a piece of Ambergris but it was just a grey shiny rock with a yellow bit on. My favourite new slipper limpet shells where everywhere and it looked like a mass slipper party had happened but nobody had told them to get back into the sea afterwards.

We walked back to drive on further and this time bloke in car had a bit of country on , it might have been Matt Monroe. We probably won't ever know as his speakers hummed.

Onwards to Portchester Castle

It was closed by the time we got there but it was still nice and sunny enough to complete a ring road walk.

As we walked, other peoples dogs joined us, I liked this aspect but I wished it was a flock of castle cats. 

We will go back in the summer and see it again and hopefully there will be castle cats. I would like this.

On the way home via the chippy for our tea, I saw this wonderful shop. I would like to go in there one day and eat my chips whilst trying out the latest hair fashions. 

Half Hour Day Trips- The Norrish Central Library-Portsmouth.

I work in a library but I also feel the need to see and visit each new day tripping town or cities library I find myself in for a nose. Looking up ones nearby for my chosen day trip out to Portsmouth, I saw the beauty of The Norrish Central Library. Concrete, brutal and tiles all in a row.

Built in 1976 by architect Ken Norrish, it is very grand and when I got my first glimpse driving around the corner I was very impressed. All white and round and shiny in the sun, it made me feel calm as if in a small white tile paradise. You can read all the things you want to know about the library and its surroundings HERE and HERE.   

Oh dear.

I cant find anything out about these pillars, does anybody know? What do they mean? Are they portals?


Ten Minute Daytrips- The News Offices - Hilsea.

When Dan showed me an image of a mosaic on a building that spelt out news in tiny tiles, I rubbed my eyes and drank my tea quick. Anything mural- or rather Muriel, frieze, mosaic, sculpture based I am there with my glasses cleaned special.

Turning the corner to visit, I gasped at the beauty and I feel that this mini trip was the best ten minutes of small Muriel visiting I had ever seen, except for the last Muriel I saw on a ten minute day trip for ten minutes the other week. Constant best ten minutes's.


Golden tile beauty. I want this to be transported to my house and put onto the roof.

These would look nice in my garden like monoliths to news and data, maybe I could grow a nice climber up them.

Excellent tiles.

Secret passage into data. There was a restrictive gate that was locked so we couldn't climb over and a lonely 2p yards away but out of reach. I won't ever forget this 2p or the news portal opening that contained carrier bags and jumpers.

I know it is probably a very peculiar thing to stop off and visit but I think it is beautiful and there is a bit more about it here-