Friday 30th March 2001 – 8.31am
Overcast with perhaps a vague promise of clearing, and the wind now coming in from the North as yesterday maybe hinted. Out in the distance Black Combe seems black and white – almost a series of paper cut-outs or a backdrop to a puppet theatre, small paper shapes stuck up one on top of each other. All that is except a patch of the hill to the right in sun, a far off taste of some colour.