Sunday 4th November 2001 2.00pm
The top of the tide almost, with the boats high and floating up to the banks. Two boys sit by Barrow Island slip, throwing stones, as their dog swims around beneath them, seemingly happy in the cold water, waiting for sticks to come its way. There is a strong west wind moving in, trying to push away the cloud, to bring some sun and move Black Combe into view out of the rain.