Wednesday 17th October 2001 – 8.33am
Moving back towards low tide, with the rise of the tide absent. There is a lull on the water. Black Combe sits dark and in shadow in the distance, a brooding presence. The wind is fair but blustery, coming in rolls, out of the south-southeast, but there is little to disturb once it gets here, save for the traffic behind me. The waters are quiet and the boats are beginning to disappear to overwintering.