Monday 31st December 2001 7.13am
A cold and dark start for this, my last photo: New Year’s Eve. It’s low tide and quiet, only the occasional bus or car and the lights of the gritter lorry along the Promenade. I can hear the chatter of cold birds roosting under the bridge beneath my feet. The night is lit deep blue by the full moon and the lights of Barrow. Behind everything and framing the view as usual is Black Combe. Roll on this last day and 2002 beyond.