Hedon to Barton upon Humber
A shorter walk today compared to yesterday. From the hotel in Hedon I followed the coast via a cycle route along busy roads. Then I picked my way through derelict docklands. A lady came over for a chat and explained that she was homeless once. Whilst warning me to mind myself if I was to go through the centre of Hull (the route I was taking did not) she retrieved the little amount of money she had in her purse and, despite my gentle protestation, she insisted on putting it in my collecting tin. What a kind person. It was my collecting tin she was worried about, as she thought it might attract unwanted attention in the city centre from other 'homeless people' who might steal it for drugs and booze. As it happens, during my walk I have had many chats with people struggling to survive and living on the streets. Relatively speaking, these people have been some of the friendliest and most generous individuals I could ever wish to meet. When we had finished our conversation I realised that a police car had pulled over on the other side of the road and was keeping an eye on us! From there I followed a more defined path for a few miles passing through refurbished and developed former docks. Then along an overgrown path to near the Humber Bridge, which I crossed in an increasing wind into Barton upon Humber.
A shorter walk today compared to yesterday. From the hotel in Hedon I followed the coast via a cycle route along busy roads. Then I picked my way through derelict docklands. A lady came over for a chat and explained that she was homeless once. Whilst warning me to mind myself if I was to go through the centre of Hull (the route I was taking did not) she retrieved the little amount of money she had in her purse and, despite my gentle protestation, she insisted on putting it in my collecting tin. What a kind person. It was my collecting tin she was worried about, as she thought it might attract unwanted attention in the city centre from other 'homeless people' who might steal it for drugs and booze. As it happens, during my walk I have had many chats with people struggling to survive and living on the streets. Relatively speaking, these people have been some of the friendliest and most generous individuals I could ever wish to meet. When we had finished our conversation I realised that a police car had pulled over on the other side of the road and was keeping an eye on us! From there I followed a more defined path for a few miles passing through refurbished and developed former docks. Then along an overgrown path to near the Humber Bridge, which I crossed in an increasing wind into Barton upon Humber.
