Monday 24th December 2001 8.48am
Christmas Eve, grey and overcast, the thick cloud plastered onto the sky above. There is a strong northwest wind blowing in, rattling the day slightly and unsettling everyone. The bridge is quiet with relatively few people travelling in to work this morning. The rest will be travelling in or arranging last minute shopping later. A flock of pigeons is in flight out there above the Channel, before then returning to roost under the bridge, out of the chill and cold.