Wednesday 8th August 2001 – 8.28am
A cold morning, with the odd spat of rain in the air and a sure and confident wind coming out of the west-northwest. The sky above the Lakeland Fells is a scrum of grey, the clouds pressing in on each other for lack of space, while on Black Combe, the clouds seem to be pressing down on the hilltop, trying to push the hill back down into the earth.