Thursday 6th September 2001 – 8.26am
Rush hour, and the day is turning around already. East and south of here is bright sun, wisps of white cloud and blue sky. Looking north, into the view, and west, the scene is one of gathering cloud: clouds bunching up as if chasing a fight. Black Combe lies in shadow, almost drawing back the expected rain, as the northwest wind brings this old weather back to us.