West now to the Humber bridge. You join it as Hessle, a very nice little town from which the bridge is just a few mins.
I took the west side, no choice really as the east side was closed, l don't know why. This meant the same one way view both ways as the raised traffic mid section blocks the other.
Barton was horrible, like a Lancs mill town, l picked up bad vibes before l even made the High St, 2 altercations and a smashed wing mirror within 20 mins & l'd had enough of the place.
So back to lovely Hessel and on to Hull for more refreshments and to watch the tide come in. The Humber rises 7m & that mud had more calories in 1 sq/m than a Mars bar, now you know.