Training Day

What better way to mark an anniversary than a 10-mile training walk through the mean streets of Hull? Our blister inducing walk took in the old cemeteries in Castle Street and the spooky 18th century Bank Side one, where the graves have been eradicated by trees, vandals, smelting factories and the road to B and Q. The sun came out as we reached East Park and we lolled about under beautiful trees. Went past the lottery-winning New Cleveland and found it reassuringly tawdry. And swung past swing bridges dividing east and west on streets deserted.
Listening: Grinderman