Sun day...

The sun shone, so we went out. So the sun disappeared behind some clouds. So we went home. Then the sun returned. Oh well. I blame M, who kept saying that she wanted to purchase some sun block, just in case. When in town, we sat beside the mouth of the River Hull and each ate a healthy dose of nachos and jalapeno peppers and stared at seagulls tip-toeing across mudflats. Bit of action in the old part of town - a rather peculiar pirate-themed fundraising shindig down High Street aiming to raise funds for Dove House and, in the Nelson Mandela Gardens, live Afro Caribbean sounds, watched by a grand total of around 40 people, such is the apathetic nature of folk round here.