Flamborough's neck and Haile Sand Fort.

We released the chain hook that held the bridle and hauled the chain in and set off close inshore out of the tide. The idea was to creep round the Head of Flamborough, cheating the tide close inshore to leave enough tide to take us into the Humber without having a foul tide against us. There is no point in trying a foul tide in the Humber. Being springs, they can reach 8 knots. Anyway we headed off towards the beach and round the crescent bay and the head.

Past the caravan site on the cliff top with a cleft in the cliff allowing access to the beach, by vehicle, it's a big cleft.

Heading east now past the King and Queen rocks. Maybe erosion has diminished their presence over the years since they were named but I couldn't see royalty anywhere on the cliffs.

As humanity receded the birds succeeded with a squadron of puffins scampering away from the worrisome shape of Tutak.

Trying to get decent shots of these elusive creatures is hard. They seem very camera shy and have gone by the time the lens is focused.

Even further out on the Head the folds of the rock begin to tell of historic heave.

And what are these? Depth charges, old ship's boiler, I knoweth not but I spied a pair.

The soft rock is sometimes worn away to make tunnels through a buttress.

The laid down layers of rock continue to twist and turn like street art tags.

As we pass the North Landing kayak fishermen make their way out to the fishing ground.

Turning south round the head following the 5 metre contour inside Selwick Bay with the ledge of Flamborough Steel in the distance.

At this point a passing charter fisherman called me up on the VHF radio and said I was about to run aground. Fearing he knew more than all my pilot books and up-to-date charts I pulled out to ten metres, just in case. Listening to the banter on other channels I fear he was concerned but not informed. I don't take silly risks, I was slow ahead with calm seas and a rising tide.

We left the lighthouse behind and headed, with the first of the tide, out across the bay towards Humber's gaping mouth. Through the, now open, Westermost Rough wind farm. We picked up an escort from the polite 'Fairline Surveyor'. They had some unmarked wave recorder buoys and were keen that no-one was going to mess up the sensitive gear. To be honest they weren't very obvious, even at a few hundred metres. Last year it was and exclusion zone but once open I was keen to exercise my right to navigate and they were happy enough to let me.

We took the flooding tide into the Humber. I takes forever because the place is so vast. As there were not many shipping movements we didn't take the recommended yacht track. Instead we chose the more direct route to pass outside the Tetney Mono buoy as the inside route was closed to shipping.

Eventually we reached our chosen spot to drop the hook, not far from the entrance to Tetney Haven and the Haile Sand Fort.