Thursday 11th October 2001 – 8.38am
The tide is just beginning to ebb, the boats facing into it rather than the strong west wind that pushes across the day. Last night the storm abated, but now it is back, reinvigorated and moving fast. In the air are flecks of rain, hardly noticeable but dampening all they touch. Away, Roanhead is just visible - a ghostly strip of sand dunes - but the cloudy day has stripped the view of all else.