Daytrips-Hull-The Return-Part 2-Afternoon.
After a trip back to Lenny's to have tea and breakfast pastries Sarah and I decided to try and find the behemoth that was ‘The Hull Banksy’.
The weather was still changeable and we decided to take as little as possible on our trip so as not to be weighed down. The items allowed ranged from phones, lip balm, pocket snacks and combs.
Walking along into the industrial estates of Hull we spotted lots of things.
After becoming quite warm from the walk and feeling excited that we had found something we wanted to see first time, in came the disappointing scene that was 'The Hull Banksy'. (It needs to be in commas as it is a thing and has its own place on the map with a marker.) Hidden behind a railing prison and covered in a piece of plastic we felt emotional, hungry, sweaty and sad.
We met a nice couple who had also come out to look at it special and they were equally as disappointed as we were. We all stood together motionless staring through the railing prison at what could be classed as a priceless artwork. Another gentleman joined us and declared 'IT SHOULD BE IN THE FERENS!' To stop this story and any further upset to myself or yourself please go HERE and HERE and HERE to read all about it, what happened to it and where it is now.
More interestingly was a collection of 'Dad's called Dave' graffiti dotted about the place. I liked this and it was nice to spot them as we walked about.
Hull urban art wall. The nice couple we met earlier were now in crisis talks with the artists and then relayed the data to us. They said that they said there was another alleged Banksy around the corner. With a small fringe comb and lip balm application we reassessed and went off to find it. Go HERE to read more about the wall.
Arriving after many peeps around corners we realised that it wasn't a Banksy but had been protected just in case. I think this is because somebody wrote 'NOT A BANKSY PISS OFF' underneath it. I think they should have left it there. See it HERE.
Moving on we walked past the mother ship of paper suppliers. I waved but after the loving letter I sent to them back in December begging for a collection book, which they very lovingly sent to me, I thought I would just be in the way lovingly gazing at things through the window. (through the window as I won’t be allowed inside as I love too much.)
I would like to live in this house.
Anna Turner, Tulum, Acrylic.
Natasha Monfared, Uncles, Mixed media.
Becoming weary we took a walk around town to think about what we should have for our tea. We liked Herbey's sign very much and a shop told us we were looking good.
After so much excitement and a very big day of sights, sounds, highs and lows we decided on McDonald’s for tea and slowly limped back to Lenny's ready for the 6 o'clock regional news. Home time wasn’t until late the next day so we had time to rest, nail paint, sort out leaflets and think about our breakfast options.