Saturday 10th November 2001 8.41am
A mist of rain in the air; cold small spits of water being thrown around by the northwest wind. High tide approaching on this grim day. The sky is a block of grey, fusing perfectly with the grey of the Channel at the (near) horizon. The tide has turned and is beginning to fall away, and gulls and terns are gathering around the banks in readiness, each calling out to mark their feeding territory.