Beverley and Back

What a lovely day I had yesterday.

The forecast was fab – and the day didn’t disappoint. Sunny and dry, just what the soul needed.

I’ve decided, seeing as my attempts at a holiday this year have come to nought, that I’m just going to go away for odd days. And not just that – I’m going to have a plan. The plan is to visit every house that I’ve ever lived in, in the order in which I lived there.

So – today I started in Hull. In fact, I went one better, and started in Beverley, which is where I was born.

Beverley, in the East Riding of Yorkshire, is a lovely town, like a miniature version of York. It has a Minster, it has Beverley Bar, it has a racecourse. It also has a market cross and Burgess ice cream. What’s not to love?

Beverley Bar – not for drinking in!

So many memories. When we lived in Hull, Beverley was one of our ‘day out’ places.

I’d sort of planned to spend a couple of hours in Beverley and then head down to Hull and visit the City Centre. In the end, I was having such a pleasant time that I decided to stay for lunch. The place I’d really wanted to visit in Hull – Wilberforce House – is closed due to Covid, so it made sense.

After lunch I drove down to the part of Hull where I used to live – Anlaby Common. I lived there from my birth in 1960 until we left in 1971. I parked outside my old house (took a cheeky photo) and had a bit of a walk around. All the houses have double glazing now, of course, which makes them look a little different. There were two trees in our garden – an apple tree and a pear tree – they’ve gone. And the front garden is now all paved over to provide off-street parking.

I walked the half mile or so to my old school. Can’t believe I did that four times a day (I went home for lunch). The school itself has been demolished and a new one built in its place.

The bus garage is also gone – it’s retirement apartments now. The old shops – Olivers the butchers, Bennets the fish shop, Voases the sweet shop, the Co-op – have all gone. But there are cafes, beauty salons, estate agents. There’s even a bit of a hipster vibe going on.

And the weather was just glorious – my car reckoned it was 27 degrees. After my walk to the school and back I went to a café and sat outside with a cold drink. Ee, it weren’t like that in my day.

They always say you should never go back – I’m not sure I agree. You can go back – but you can’t expect it to still be the same.

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. SisterStay says:

    I’ve been back to the house where I grew up in Australia a couple of times. The first time I was completely taken aback by how much had changed and I was actually a bit upset. Many years later I had another go and found I could see past the physical changes to enjoy some really happy memories. I think I’ll probably stop while I’m ahead but I am glad I madeteh effort to revisit.

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    1. It is a very odd feeling, isn’t it. I mean, they knocked my old school down, and never even asked me!!! Whereabouts in Australia did you grow up?


      1. SisterStay says:

        Brisbane, but it was a one horse town then.

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