Beverley Beck

When we relocated from Hampshire and country living to Beverley in East Yorkshire and town living there was a certain amount of apprehension. The name Charliecountryboy relates to birds, bees and trees, not as some people interpreted as a Country Guitarist who travels the world playing album sessions for all the major Country bands. (I wish). Now although Beverley is a town.

Less than a ten minute walk and I am heading back out into the country.

    

Beverley Beck is a 0.8 mile link to the River Hull and my ancestors (the Vikings) used to pop up and down here raping and pillaging, information I haven’t always divulged on a first date. In reality this is a generalisation because in fact they were really looking for farm land and trade. The raping and pillaging was just a side line. Over time the Vikings evolved into Yorkshire folk and disillusioned with the raping and pillaging malarkey concentrated on farming and trade. Over the centuries times changed, barges arrived and they built a lock

As more time passed the barges became obsolete and they were replaced by pleasure activities such as boating, fishing and a pleasant walk.

     

So, within fifteen minutes I am back in the glorious countryside, but at the same time I have the pleasure of the town, five minutes to the Gym, six minutes to work and ten minutes to the Theater. Yes I am a counter, if we were walking up a flight of stairs arm in arm, filled with passion and so much in love I would be able to tell you how many stairs there were when we got the top. 😉

But, back to the plot, there are two mysteries of the Beck that I haven’t been able to solve yet. Why would a tree grow on it’s side and where the hell did the submarine come from?