We got about a quarter mile from the docks then hit a line of solid scarcely even crawling, stuck on a no exit dual carriageway between two roundabouts for an hour and a half. The Council had closed a 200 yard section of the only road that takes all the traffic passing through Hull but didn't give any sort of diversion routes, or information about how to get round it. We were then funneled off into some side road to nowhere, and I had to guess how to escape from it, not knowing any of the roads at that end of the town. Once again the traffic wasn't actually moving at anything faster than a snail.
It took another half hour before I had got far enough out of town (probably back in the direction of Leeds) to escape the traffic and drive in the sort of direction that might take me round the back of town to the opposite side of the centre. Eventually I spotted the Shot Tower, which gave me a direction to aim for. Three hours after hitting traffic, I was eventually parked ready for a 20 minute walk to the dockside.
We arrived outside Hull at approximately 11.00am. Got to see John Conolly at 2.30pm. Couldn't hear him though as he was being drowned out by the prat on the microphone and disco music at the opposite end of the marina. The one who kept turning the mega PA system volume up and up and up and up then shouting into the microphone.
I can imaging anyone who was caught in the traffic deciding to never return.
Finally saw some French singing in the barge and had a short spell in the Minerva befor it was time to head home again.
Quack!
GtD.