Showing posts with label Posterngate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Posterngate. Show all posts

Tuesday 16 April 2019

Monogram


I've passed the old warehouse/nightclub at the end of Posterngate a zillion times give or take and never noticed this intricate monogram. I'm told it reads JP 1831. Someone will know who JP was and might care to inform me. I've even posted the warehouse years ago but perversely cropped out the monogram.

Friday 14 July 2017

T.W Postern Gate


I wonder when Postern Gate became the one word Posterngate in use these days. No matter, it is of no importance. The mysterious T.W I've heard stands for Trinity Ward a reference to the Trinity House mob who ruled the area back in the day or perhaps (and more likely) that Holy Trinity Church is just across the street. I'm sure I've shown a bit of this building before ... ah yes here it is.

Friday 18 September 2015

Zebedee's Yard


Having got permission to put a car park where a school building once stood Trinity House splashed out on a bit of metal work to proclaim that said car park is henceforth to be known as Zebedee's Yard. Access to this delight is via Posterngate. We've met with Zebedee before; Zebedee Scaping, long serving (55 years!) headmaster of Trinity House School lies under the sod in Western Cemetery.

The weekend in black and white continues here.

Wednesday 24 June 2015

Hull ♡ attack


Someone has clearly entered into the full spirit of the City of Culture thing with a colourful mini-mural on Posterngate. As the whole shebang doesn't start for another year and half this may need a bit of touching up before then.

Saturday 8 November 2014

Evening


I seem to be in a monochrome mood for some reason. It could be the near three days of rain and cloud and/or the earlier sunsets. Above Trinity House Lane and below Posterngate both of which I've shown before in more colourful mode.


Weekend Reflections are here.

Monday 24 March 2014

Full of hidden surprises

Posterngate
The 'Hull can do no wrong' brigade were crowing again over the weekend after the Sunday Times put Hull in a list of the sixty or so best places to live in Britain. After the usual City of Culture guff and a comparison of house prices (relatively low, since you ask, but rising fast) and inventing a popular road called "The Avenue" (??? typical bad reporting but then standards have been dropping for years) it then, I think, rather damned with faint praise by saying the reason it's great is that it's full of hidden surprises.... well yes it is and not all of them pleasant.

Tuesday 18 March 2014

Carmelite House


On Posterngate Carmelite House was built in 1826 as an almshouse for twenty-three seamen and wives. It was named after the Carmelite order of monks who used to have a monastery or some such around here before being suppressed when religion got nationalised in the 16th century. Carmelites were also known as white friars hence Whitefriargate. The building was converted into offices in the 1950's.


After I posted the above I came across the following from Ambrose Bierce's Devil's Dictionary.

CARMELITE, n. A mendicant friar of the order of Mount Carmel.

As Death was a-riding out one day,
Across Mount Camel he took his way,
     Where he met a mendicant monk,
     Some three or four quarters drunk,
With a holy leer and a pious grin,
Ragged and fat and as saucy as sin,
     Who held out his hands and cried:
"Give, give in Charity's name, I pray.
Give in the name of the Church. O give,
Give that her holy sons may live!"
     And Death replied,
     Smiling long and wide:
"I'll give, holy father, I'll give thee—a ride."

     With a rattle and bang
     Of his bones, he sprang
From his famous Pale Horse, with his spear;
     By the neck and the foot
     Seized the fellow, and put
Him astride with his face to the rear.

The Monarch laughed loud with a sound that fell
Like clods on the coffin's sounding shell:
"Ho, ho! A beggar on horseback, they say,
     Will ride to the devil!"—and thump
     Fell the flat of his dart on the rump
Of the charger, which galloped away.

Faster and faster and faster it flew,
Till the rocks and the flocks and the trees that grew
By the road were dim and blended and blue
     To the wild, wild eyes
     Of the rider—in size
     Resembling a couple of blackberry pies.
Death laughed again, as a tomb might laugh
     At a burial service spoiled,
     And the mourners' intentions foiled
     By the body erecting
     Its head and objecting
To further proceedings in its behalf.

Many a year and many a day
Have passed since these events away.
The monk has long been a dusty corse,
And Death has never recovered his horse.
     For the friar got hold of its tail,
     And steered it within the pale
Of the monastery gray,
Where the beast was stabled and fed
With barley and oil and bread
Till fatter it grew than the fattest friar,
And so in due course was appointed Prior.

Monday 1 July 2013

6 Posterngate


After considerable investigative research (OK it's written in big letters on the building) I found this to be the parochial offices of Holy Trinity and St Mary's and it was built in 1864. What use it has put to since then I really can't say other than in the '90s it was an art gallery then an office of Yorkshire and Humberside Arts, a quango who doled out grants for arty ventures such as publishing poetry magazines (very nice people). YHA are long gone, along with Humberside and all regionally controlled arts funding. Nowadays this building holds an office for refugees and asylum seekers.

Over at City Daily Photo the theme day features facades. 

Thursday 30 May 2013

Posterngate from Princes Quay


Well I've looked at this picture for a good five minutes and I still can't think of anything interesting to say about it. So I guess I'll just leave it there and come back tomorrow.

Sunday 8 April 2012

Well look there's one, there ...

OK here's Vladimir and Estragon wandering down Posterngate.
It's a load of cobblers I know so I'll put it into the CDPB theme day thingy.

Friday 26 November 2010

Wednesday 4 August 2010

Posterngate, Hull


This is Posterngate which now runs from Trinity Square to Princes Quay but which used to be the rubbish disposal route for the old city. Much of the land that is now occupied by Princes Quay and the Marina was an old midden or dump, effectively it was mediaeval landfill. Cynics might say there's not been much improvement over the years.