Sunday 19th August 2001 – 10.16am
Light rain on a disconsolate day. There’s a light southwest wind drifting in, but the sodden flags on Channelside have lost all heart and droop glumly. It’s a full tide, high up the banks too, but today is not inviting. On the Barrow Island slip a small group stands by an inflatable tender, not moving, waiting to go out to their boat; perhaps arguing about the point of venturing out today.