In too Deep?

Phew, we have been so busy lately, trip to Hull, visitor from NZ, Rugby World Cup to watch (from behind the sofa), and the day jobs of course.

Hull has what is considered an excellent aquarium, as we have a budding Marine Biologist in the family, it seemed an appropriate place to visit. We arrive on the Friday evening, Leanne having scored a cheap hotel with some deal. The thing is with these deals, you never know what sort of accommodation you are getting. This particular hotel looked...a bit nondescript, there was no sign above the door, plenty of parking and a hair salon next door, it actually looked like the busiest hair salon in the Northeast. 

We enter - dog in tow, and check in. Friendly staff at least, the hotel however was verging on faded charm. The back of the hotel looked much more inviting, with nice gardens and outdoor seating.

Collapse in the room, and work out how to put the telly on. After a quick dash to Marks and Spencer's to get essential supplies, mainly chocolate and fizzy pop, we are ready for our evening meal. As we have the dog, and we had been asked not to leave the dog in the room unattended, we ask at reception to be seated in the special dog area. This turned out to be on the ‘heated’ patio. We were invited to leave out of the front door, circumnavigate the hotel and present ourselves on the patio, where we were assured the heaters would be turned on. After assessing the route, and the weather forecast, it appeared without GPS and walking boots, it would be easier to leave the dog in the car. We seat ourselves at a pleasant looking table close at hand and indoors. At our table, we are invited to choose off the menu, and write our own orders out! Weird. At least we weren't given year old fashion magazines and asked to pick out the style we wanted, I’m not sure they could have come up with anything other than a mullet.

The next day, it’s off to the aquarium. This proved to be excellent. Very well thought out, with lots of educational stuff for the young and old. After educating ourselves with the ways of sea creatures, we were in need of sustenance. Bob Carver’s fish and chips had been recommended. Off we set, thanks to google maps, we located said chippy without problem. The problem was however, understanding the woman behind the counter. We were only an hour an a half up the country, but her accent was completely indecipherable! Some how we bought our lunch with a combination of pointing and mime, and enjoyed it in Hull town center on a bench - we know how to live the high life.

Soon after our return to the comfort of our own home and the ability to understand the locals our friend Angus arrived. We did the customary trip to Chatsworth, encouraged him to buy a flat cap, and made him eat yorkshire puddings at the local pub. We tried to teach him the words to 'On Ilkley Moor bah't hat' without success.