Messing about on the river...

I saw Hull from an entirely different perspective today - I had the good fortune to travel up the river the city was built on on a barge (not usually a done thing for normal folk). All part of this project I'm involved with on the council estate. It was a fascinating day out aboard the City of Hull, and with Roy the Skipper (left, at the other end of the boat. The fore, I think I'm correct in bullshitting) in control ("I've been at this for 40 years") our party of young folk and adults were in an extremely safe - if gnarled and callousy - pair of hands. Hull actually looks quite sad from the river - as if its better days are long behind it, with ancient timbers rotting away, bridges corroding and warehouses standing empty and becoming derelict. But, oh, if these historical buildings could tell a story, what an amazing tale it would be. Now, it just seems to be a total waste to let the riverfront just disintegrate. I took my camera, hoping to capture this rare occasion a) for posterity and b) for my photoblog. But bugger me if both sets of recently recharged rechargable batteries died a death after a couple of snaps. So I was left with the camera on my phone. And, eek, the weather. It started off as a glorious day and turned quite soggy and choppy - no problem on the River Hull but it did make the barge bob up and down quite a lot when we turned onto the Humber before heading into Hull Marina. Top day.