13th February 2011. We are at Saltfleet on the east coast of England, which is well known to be largely flat – as is manifest from this shot. We were returning from a gig in Louth, Lincolnshire, but visited the sea because it was not all that far away. Any attempt we might have had in mind to walk across this land to the actual sea itself was squashed by our lack of adequate footwear. Bare feet, I hear you suggest? Well, yes; but it was very muddy. The tiny dot in the distance is, I assure you, someone walking along the shore-line. We stood here, or mooched about, for half an hour or so. The walking dot passed out of sight to the north. We were alone. There was nothing. No sound; no sea-birds. There was no wind; it was very mild for February, but eventually we shivered. It was a terribly lonely spot at that time of year. But it was Reality.