Posted: 06/04/22

Sunset 23 February - Barbara Haymer

 I didn’t know which way to look first – east or west – there was beauty each way.  With some difficulty I managed to orientate myself and recognise various landmarks.  From the green domes of the prison on Hedon Road to the domes and roof of the City Hall and the three grey ones of the Maritime Museum I seemed surrounded by them – but then Hull is known as the ‘city of domes’.  The beautiful Georgian building that was the City Archives on the corner with its five floors of different windows; the Guildhall Tower shrouded in scaffolding as the Ball is brought back into use; Queen’s Gardens spread in front but sadly no-one using it. 

The sun shone on the lovely Drypool Bridge lighting up brilliantly its varying shades of green.  The traffic got heavier as places of work closed and three ambulances and two police cars skilfully wove their way through.  The river (estuary) flowed in what seemed like a gentle manner but I know by the sound of the wind it would be quite choppy.  Lincolnshire gradually lit up and I felt on a clearer day I could have spotted the Venetian-styled tower in Grimsby.  As the sun sank lower behind the flats on Anlaby Road, it tinged the dark clouds orange and pink and the sky in the east turned a shade of lilac/pink with the clouds appearing dark blue. 

A memorable experience, alone with my thoughts and the wind and I didn’t want to go back into the building.  As I did, however, the Humber Bridge was silhouetted by the dying sun and three aircraft streaked the sky with their trails.  Beautiful!!!