Monday 13th August 2001 – 8.44am
A bluster of a wind coming in out of the south-southwest today, pushing at my back rudely and urgently. Ahead, the view is faded and close in, with the horizon extending only as far as the rising dunes of Roanhead and Sandscale. The nearest boats are facing into the ebbing tide, protected perhaps from the wind by the bridge. Further away, they shift on their moorings, unsure which direction to commit to.