A Turkish meal and a walk along the Cleethorpes Prom

Yesterday since my grandson was with his dad my daughter and I waited for the heavy rain to stop and then went for a walk to a Turkish restaurant here in Cleethorpes

https://beyoglu25restaurant.com/

The table is covered with plates of Turkish food and yellow cocktail and a red mocktail all of which was delicious.

The food was delicious and well worth the price but note to myself next time go straight to the mains the portions are very generous.

After our meal we walked to the promenade.

The large red Kess ship on the grey water with 3 smaller ships (one each in front, behind, and beside it)

First we climbed Ross Castle.

https://explorelincolnshire.co.uk/cleethorpes/castles-and-fortifications/ross-castle-35847.html

Looking out at the blurry “sea” I was aware the movement of the people walking on the prom, those on the beach, and in the sea but what was tickling my brain was a hint of red on the horizon so I double checked with my daughter I was seeing a red ship as good old Charles Bonnet Syndrome was insisting it was a floating Lego brick. I was amazed by how crushed I felt when my daughter mentioned the half a dozen or so small boats she could see. I haven’t felt a blind overwhelm like that since I first watched my grandson playing football and realised that I was watching the wrong child.

After walking down the slope off of Castle Ross we walked along the promenade following the ship. When we got to the North End of the prom the ship was waiting surrounded by 3 small boats like a duck surrounded by ducklings.

We had a quick discussion about why it was waiting and I suggested waiting for the tide to get higher and/ or waiting to be guided up.

Doing a bit of googling I found out that those vessels longer than 60 metres have to wait for a pilot to board and navigate the ship up the Humber.

Also during the googling I found despite Apple Maps calling the water by Cleethorpes The Mouth of the River Humber it’s really the Humber Estuary but never a River as it is formed at Trent Falls, Faxfleet, by the confluence of the tidal rivers Ouse and Trent.

Every day is a school day.

Until next time.


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