Monday 29th October 2001 – 8.37am
A strong wind out of the west, clacking the rigging of the yachts on the bank, and whistling through the air. By Barrow Island slip a yacht is berthed ready in its cradle, using the still coming high tide to push itself up onto the slipway for winter storage and work. Away, Black Combe is under a parasol of burgeoning white cloud - removing its shape from the view.