Sunday 23rd September 2001 – 10.14am
A man in a small tender is rowing back and forth across the width of the Channel, standing facing forward to row, and stopping periodically to plunge a long pole repeatedly into the water. It has the look of some bizarre ritual, though I think that he is washing his nets. The day is cloud above, but clearer further away, with Black Combe in full sunshine under dispersed cloud. There is a very gentle southeast wind, lightly catching the flags on one of the moored fishing boats.