Goole has no tourist office, nor any obvious need for one. The only tourist brochure I can find directs visitors back to the railway station, on the reasonable assumption that they must have got out at the wrong stop. So it made a change to wander round Goole yesterday, with my old chum Howard, and pretend that the town and docks were worth visiting. The pic shows the old Tom pudding hoist, silhouetted against the winter sky…
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