Sunday 8th July 2001 – 11.14am
This morning the air was full of the caws and screeches of gulls, announcing territories and births of chicks. Now later the sound are of the wind howling through the streets and across the bridge, coming in strongly from the northwest and sweeping over the wet grey day. It’s half-tide on the water and the day is draped in cloud: the distance only gets as far as Sandscale and the light coloured sands of Lowsy Point.