Grey, grey and yet more grey

With a small low pressure system promising a pleasant sail we headed for our original destination of Scarborough. After dodging the dredgers and car carriers we took our chances and crossed the shipping lane between ferries and tankers before turning north past Spurn Point; this was where the promised weather pattern was to take us gracefully up the coast. Once again the wind deserted us and we had to resort to the iron horse to make progress. The sky remained grey, mist surrounded us and the water surface was barely rippled by the available wind, it sounds tranquil but the swell from the north, sometimes 3m, made the journey uncomfortable and tiring at times.
We passed the time watching delightful displays from the Gannets and Guillemots as they passed to and fro from their nesting sites on the jagged coastal cliffs around Flamborough Head with its chalk and marl bands, closely followed by the next task of weaving between the many lobster pots approaching Filey.
Scarborough soon appeared through the evening gloom presenting an eerie view of the castle contrasted by the bright lights of Saturday night; we were glad to be arriving on a neap tide after many reports of silting in the entrance. A glassy sea made an easy mooring then a quick meal and a welcome rest.