Saturday 3rd November 2001 9.57am
Light pencil rain falling as high tide approaches; the tide grabbing the mooring buoys and boats and attempting to grapple them north into more dangerous waters. There is a fair northwest wind pushing in, its power muted perhaps by the grey closeness of the day…. The light makes it seem like late afternoon on a winter’s day: as f the sun has abandoned any hope of shining down on the day.