Hull to Hessle

It was a blistering hot day and I left my walk to the afternoon when it got even hotter. This walk looked quite promising on the map. The best part was walking over the warehouse roofs looking over Hull and along the coast at the Humber Bridge in the far distance - my destination. After that it was all industrial wasteland of old fishery buildings, now boarded up or in decay, followed by a retail park of the B&Q variety. When it turned the corner and I thought "Oh goody lovely riverside stroll" it was in fact a trudge along the groovy A63 with thundering lorries to Hessle. I found the unmanned station (the ticket office is now a diving shop) and waited dutifully for 10 minutes for the train which never came. I phoned train enquiries in India, as one does, to ask when it might appear. About an hour and a half later it slowly dragged its arse into the station then to Hull. At least nobody made any attempt to sell me a ticket; I might have hit them. Today promises to be better.