To Scarborough
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We had been hoping to Leave Grimsby at around 10am on friday, however we didnt know you have to book in to the lock, and major maintenance was in progress, stopping us getting out. It was gone 4pm when we finally got locked through, and then spat out into the busy Humber. After another 3 hours, motoring against the tide, we reached the mouth of the estuary, where we were then greeted by a very confused sea. With the swell coming from at least 3 different directions, the two boats were rolling violently, and just getting the main up proved to be a challenge, when the halyard got twisted around the spreaders. Soon enough it calmed down though, leavikng us with a flat sea, and unfortunitely no wind. We were still against the tide, and although relitively smooth, the swell, and power of the tide worked together to drag the crab pots 2 or 3 feet underwater. This makes spotting them even harder than normal, especially when it started to get get dark. At this point, my auto pilot broke, ...