Friday 23rd March 2001 – 8.48am
A calm wild day, if you can ignore the weight of cars on the bridge, lazy commuters almost all. Black Combe is back along with the other Lakeland fells. There is cloud between here and there: a thick grey roof of it, but on the fells there is what would probably pass for bright sunshine today, lighting up the snow tops and making the hills shine like an apparition.