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fivemackLast weekend Dan and I went to Hull, where Chiara, who I met in Nottingham some years ago and with whom we both must have drunk two-thirds of an ocean of coffee, is now ensconced in an amazingly stylishly furnished house and a lectureship at the university.
We visited the aquarium which is Hull's major tourist attraction.
We made curry (Dan's contribution) and apple crumble (mine) for eight, and had a cheerful party, with various fanciful answers to Chiara's question of why sharks have two penises and many sophisticated and intellectually stimulating games.
And we went walking along the coast to the lighthouse at Flamborough Head.
The waves beat on the chalk, the strata were like an illustration from a geology textbook; all but the sturdiest sea-birds had departed for the winter, though this black-backed gull sat stern on the top of a pinnacle reaching up from the sea.
The day, I suppose, could be accounted somewhat blusterous; but the restaurant by the Flamborough Head lighthouse served cocoa sufficiently festooned with marshmallows to make up for it.
We visited the aquarium which is Hull's major tourist attraction.
We made curry (Dan's contribution) and apple crumble (mine) for eight, and had a cheerful party, with various fanciful answers to Chiara's question of why sharks have two penises and many sophisticated and intellectually stimulating games.
And we went walking along the coast to the lighthouse at Flamborough Head.
The waves beat on the chalk, the strata were like an illustration from a geology textbook; all but the sturdiest sea-birds had departed for the winter, though this black-backed gull sat stern on the top of a pinnacle reaching up from the sea.
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The day, I suppose, could be accounted somewhat blusterous; but the restaurant by the Flamborough Head lighthouse served cocoa sufficiently festooned with marshmallows to make up for it.
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