A sunny day for a slow drive east towards Spurn Point. We paused at the village of Paull to look west up the Humber towards Hull.
Saltend oil terminal is nearest, Hull is just the soft blur beyond. The upright clump of white in the middle is a group of wind turbine poles at the new Siemens wind turbine works – a bright employment opportunity in a still depressed city.
In the far distance it is possible to see the Humber Bridge – its about 9 miles west of Paull. Heading east over the flat vale of Holderness we reached Patrington where the elegantly spired church is known as the Queen of Holderness. The King is many miles to the west, at Howden near Goole and Selby – I just knew you wanted to know.
Soon we had driven as far as the road allowed, found a place to park in a Yorkshire Wildlife Trust car park and set off on foot. The road is no longer maintained so Spurn becomes an island during particularly high tides.
Marian and Jackie at the end of the road. North Sea on the left and the Humber Estuary on the right. You might spot the lighthouse near the end of the point on the horizon to the right.
On the sea side there are the remains of what must once have been a substantial jetty. Not just wooden piers but mass blocks of concrete and pipes of clay and plastic. The distance has a windfarm, one of 2 big ones just off the coast here. We collected pebbles as we walked. You get a bigger choice of geology here where glaciers brought material from as far away as Norway, the Lake District and Scotland – some of them made it back to Brighton, by car rather than ice.
After lots of sand-slogging we reached the new sometimes-island but didn’t go as far as the lighthouse, and on turning back we spent more time looking across the mudflats and Lincolnshire. The shining mud, or perhaps water, created a pleasing mirage effect, causing the distant shore to be reflected beneath itself.
We popped into the old seaside resort of Withernsea on the way home. There are window displays in Hull’s Whitefriargate saying Withernsea is the Place to Be – believe me, it is not. Though it does have sandy beaches and we did find a newish micropub. The gardens of what used to be the Town Council Offices had a rather nice cast iron thing commemorating Victoria’s Diamond Jubilee, complete with those scaley fish usually described as dolphins (as in Brighton’s emblem).