Wednesday 26th September 2001 – 8.08am
Calm waters at high tide. There is a light east-southeasterly blowing across the day, sending light ripples over the surface, and the boats turn to face even its light push this morning. The haze pressing in away obscures the view: as if we here are isolated - in a microcosm – from all else. There is no clue in the distance that there is anything else here but Barrow.