Wednesday 14th November 2001 8.44am
High tide rising into a cold calm day. The boats ride the current facing south, as a gentle southeast wind drifts in. North, Black Combe is draped in wisps of cloud, while further to the east the Lakeland Fells are glazed in ice and cloud. Some of the hills seem almost white and snow covered; it is that cold. On Channelside a long skein of fishing net has been spread out across the bank of the park to dry; its length like an abandoned web caught in the grass.