'Puma-Ann Concolor' savoured the smooth creaminess... the bitter-sweet warmth as it flooded her senses and trickled down her throat. The heat spread slowly down, warming her insides, dilating the blood vessels and opening the pores. Perhaps the effect had something to do with the sun shining though the east window of the "Cafe Leonardo". But as Puma felt her whole body relax to the soft strains of 'Samba Pati', she couldn't help but give up a silent praise-be for South America and the wonderous magic of the coffee bean.
She hadn't been out of the country much, and there were lots of places like that she would like to visit... some day. But her heart belonged here... this was where she felt safe. Actually it was safe, now, with all the over-policing going on to 'clean' it up. But it was her city. She belonged to it, and it belonged to her. It was her home ground, where she was born and bred. It always felt like home, even though she didn't live in the city any more. This city of many colours.
"Hull" !
The city that people who've never been dread, for some unfathomable reason. There used to be a saying in the olden days, "God spare us from Halifax, Hull and Hell". But apparently that was by the criminals and other no-gooders, so probably a good thing.
"Kingston-upon-Hull" ! The very same city, it gets into your lungs and keeps you drawing for more.
University city, sea-gate to Europe, birth place of William Wilberforce and home of the "Deep".
Like a quirky kiss, it leaves you thinking about her long after, seaching for meaning.
It buzzes with life. The compact and clever layout seamlessly joins the old and new towns, the synergy resulting in an emergence and unlikely cameraderie. Like a pot of honey to bees and flies, its museums, jazz cafes and outdoor concerts, pubs and restaurants draw in the beatniks, philosophers, politicos, dock workers, sailors, yachtsmen and the other weird and the wonderful people. With the chilled out feeling of a leftist haven, some say it's Englands' Seattle. Long before the advent of the Labout party, like a wet dream, it's heritage in the English Civil War left it's kinky mark.
Hull suited Puma-Ann perfectly at this point in her life. She had tried to escape it in her misguided youth. But like the good mother, it had called her back, and welcomed her with open arms. And she couldn't think of a better city for her new hobby.
Hull was the Happy Hunting Ground !
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