Tuesday 4th September 2001 – 8.27am
Bright and sunny, with Black Combe clear and in full sun; looking grey and wrinkled like an elephant’s foot – its valleys and furrows showing as shadows in the low sunlight. Nearer home, its low tide, and the boats lie at rest, facing into the fair northwest wind blowing in. The only clouds in the sky are over away above the Lakes. This view, for once, sits in a blue sky.