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Hull Folk and Maritime Festival 2018 - Sunday's headliners on the Syntan barge main stage Work in Progress played a fine Americana set of feel good original and favourite bluegrass/country songs. Work in Progress: Cowboy DC guitar and vocals, Kelvin Richmond mandolin, Lewis Woods bass guitar, Sophie Rose Richmond vocals, Dexter Duffy-Howard fiddle. The gallery … Continue reading Hull Folk Festival WIP
Celtarabia played a storming set to a packed house at the Minerva on Saturday night at Hull Folk and Maritime Festival 2018. Brilliant audience and atmosphere, absolutely loads of fun. Despite the room bursting at the seams the capacity crowd joined in the dancing, it felt like the whole building was leaping up and down. Quentin's … Continue reading Celtarabia at Hull Folk Festival 2018
Following our exploration of the north and north-west sources of the River Hull we followed the river’s tributaries north-east to Skipsea and Barmston. Skipsea is the site of one of the most recent major discoveries in British archaeology - hidden in plain sight for hundreds of years. Have a look at the link. If you … Continue reading Skipsea – Isle of Ships
‘Open Bridges: A River Full Of Stories’ We continued our quest to explore the origins of the River Hull with a sweltering Sunday stroll by the deserted medieval village of Eske.
If you would like to share memories of life on and around the River Hull for ‘Open Bridges: A River Full Of Stories’ get in touch. Photos and details at the link.
Open Bridges: A River Full Of Stories – gathering stories to preserve the heritage of the River Hull, its bridges and the people and vessels which have used it over the years.
The River Hull at Eske looking west
We continued our quest to explore the origins of the River Hull with a sweltering Sunday stroll. Heading north from Hull Bridge we followed the river along a beautiful stretch, past the deserted medieval village of Eske and as far as the lightning tree at the lake where the river makes an S bend through the fields.
North of Beverley where the river is at its most pastoral we flush meadow brown and green veined white butterflies from the grasses. Meadow-sweet, teasels and willow herb dot the hedges. The chattering of grasshoppers is only disturbed by a pair of yellow hammers calling to each other, ‘little-bit-of-bread-and-no-cheese.’ It is hot and peaceful. We…
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