I wish I'd taken some nice pictures of the old town in Hull, as it's a place of some charm, and undeserving of its reputation as one of Britain's Crap Towns, but I didn't, I took pictures of mud instead and then went for a pint in a lovely little pub called Wm Hawkes' Alehouse. Half an hour later, as I crossed the swing bridge a hundred yards farther downstream from where I shot this, a woman and two dogwalkers were talking a suicidal man out of jumping into the River Hull - I didn't photograph that either. A strange day......