Friday 31st August 2001 – 8.52am
A stronger north-northwest wind today, tugging at the hairs on my head, and rippling the water into creases, as the tide flows up the Channel. There is a fleet of fire engines passing as I write, probably on the way to a false alarm at Vickers. Let’s hope so. Black Combe lies hidden under cloud, from above the cloud is bright white, but below all is brown, black and grey.