Friday 23rd November 2001 8.37am
A chill day, hands seizing up and going numb, and with cold, spitting rain just beginning. It feels as cold as we’ve yet had this year, and I feel stupid to be stood here and not moving quickly on. A gang of seagulls is on the water fighting over food, chasing each other onto land. The day itself is grey and overcast, with a light wind out of the southeast, while above all else is a crushing chill in the air.