Up at 0145, anxious that the bridge man might not turn up for his early shift, and called on VHF11, to be told to call 2 minutes before the 0230 opening time. We cast off into the river, slowly drifted down in the dark toward the bridge, and were mightily relieved when we saw the controller making his way to the road gates! They only open half the bridge unless there is two way traffic, which feels very odd when going through but works well. We headed out straight into wind as always on the nose, which proved to be between 22 and 32knots all night/day, putting us into the Near Gale range, with towering sea to match. In the latter part of our passage, we heard two yachts grounded, and the lifeboats deployed yet again: our trip has been punctuated with news of other people's mishaps, which certainly concentrates the mind and engenders respect for the elements. At 0500, off Scarborough, we saw the first light of dawn, and Cate took over the watch while Benj caught up on some rest, though real rest was almost impossible with heavy pitching and slamming,  enough in the forepeak cabin to lift one's body off the bed! At 1800 we were off the entrance to the Humber estuary, following the recommended small craft route between the complex shipping lanes. We passed the extraordinary Tetney Monobuoy, not a Marvel Comics Superhero but a floating oil teminal with a long fuel pipe snaking out into the waters of the Humber. On our way in there was a BFS refuelling, steadied by a tug astern, but next day on our way out it would have been all too easy, in fog for example, to run over the floating fuel line with lord knows what consequences!  The water was still remarkably rough, and we had our final battle with the 2+knot ebb tide, but we arrived at the lock gate for the Grimsby Fish Dock on free flow, and were berthed by 2030. We made our way to the clubhouse, HQ of the Humber Cruising Association, whose guests Clive Metcalfe and I had been in 2008. Sadly, in keeping with Benjamins' Rule, their regular members'  music night, in which Clive and I had joined, was yesterday! This is one of the most welcoming clubs I have visited, and has an interesting provenance.  A group of sailors, mostly from Hull, purchased a part of the disused Fish Dock, and fabricated and installed floating pontoons and all the necessary equipment for a sailing club, including comfortable bar and club facilities, and simple but perfectly adequate toilets and showers. The facility is still owned and run by the members for the members. I learned on my last visit that it is now almost impossible to get membership, as they wish to discourage those who join just to use the boatyard facilities, scarce in this area, then leave. The beer remains the cheapest I have ever drunk!  After a cleansing ale we retired to recover from our gruelling 19 hour night/day on the North Sea.