The Drain - Memories of East Hull
By Nicholas Boldock
It can sometimes transcend strangeness, the things we humans can have a fondness for.
Me, I rather like "The Drain", that muddy, filthy waterway that flows through East Hull, fostering luminous green algae and prehistoric hermaphrodite fish as it goes. At first glance the drain looks like not much more than a cleverly designed cesspool, but explore it a little and you will find it has a lot to offer.
Head down Holderness Road and park up where the road crosses the drain. Get out of your car. Stand on the bridge and look downstream - either direction; you choose - and you're looking at a surreal strip of countryside, which seems to have been shoehorned into the middle of suburbia just for a laugh. It's great.
Next, go down to Longhill Estate and find Frome Park. Stroll across the park (a nice walk in itself) and you once again hit the drain. From there you can take a leisurely stroll along the bank, down to Sutton Driving Range, and it's such a tranquil walk (even the resident Rugrats from the area don't disturb you down there), I defy you not to be impressed.
When you reach the bridge down by the driving range (near Carr Farm), the water is usually clear and shallow enough that you can see fish darting about - because, yes, there really are fish in there...
Which takes me back...
As youngsters, us Bilton Grange kids would go fishing "in drain" (not that we ever caught anything except cholera, mind). One particular time, I'd gone down there with my best friend, Mel (unluckily for him, he's still my best pal to this day) to try our hands at fishing for whatever deformed creatures we could find swimming around in the murk.
As usual, we didn't catch so much as an old boot, but as we were sitting there, we started fooling around, as kids do, and for some reason (and I honestly can't remember how it happened) Mel ended up falling in the water.
It wasn't deep, so Mel was okay; at least in so much as he wasn't in mortal danger. But he wasn't pleased. He struggled to his feet, soaked to the skin, the water coming up to his thighs, and screamed, "ME MAM'S GONNA KILL ME!"
At this point, I had no real choice but to erupt into hysterical laughter, the kind of laughter that only spews forth when your best mate's just fallen into a river. I couldn't have stopped laughing if a bomb had dropped on me - I'd completely lost it. All of this just served to make Mel even more hacked off, so boys being boys, he decided the only reasonable course of action was to drag me into the water as well.
So the two of us ended up wrestling with each other on the drain bank, as I grabbed hold of whatever plants and rocks I could, to stop myself being pulled into the water, all the time still utterly helpless with a severe case of the giggles.
I have to come clean here and admit that I laughed so hard that I literally, genuinely, wet myself. It was that funny, I kid you not (though maybe you had to be there).
He never did get me in the water, though I did end up covered in tonnes of mud as a result of my struggles to stay on solid ground. It would probably have been better for me if I'd just given in and gone in the water - I would have been less filthy when I got home, for a start.
Like I said, boys will be boys...
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