• Date
  • Time
  • Weather
  • Tide
    Sea State
  • People Visible
  • Observations
  • Alex Hartley - Vigil
  • 02/11
  • 16:45
  • Drizzle
    Cool
  • High Tide
    Choppy
  • 35
  • Vigil has been in place for 65 days, populated by the 13 occupants who have made over 500 recordings of things that they have witnessed. A single watcher has been on duty with the work for the nine week duration of the exhibition. Both observational and deeply personal, it has recorded the point of view of a viewpoint.
  • Alex Hartley - Vigil
  • 02/11
  • 16:29
  • Rain
    Cool
  • High Tide
    Choppy
  • 65
  • It's the time of day when the birds gather and group before roosting. I'm aware this is the final hour of daylight on Vigil and I'm casting around trying to hold onto everything I can see, before I retreat into the eyrie of the tent.
  • Alex Hartley - Vigil
  • 02/11
  • 15:12
  • Heavy rain
    Cool
  • Low Tide
    Rough
  • 45
  • Grey and grim now. Driving rain followed by patches of short-lived clearer weather. You can see the changes coming from the west. A few people braving the rain to see the artworks on their last day. I feel blown awake and alert. I'm held in the moment by the shifting elements, a slight and enjoyable melancholy pervading the day .
  • Alex Hartley - Vigil
  • 02/11
  • 14:01
  • Rain
    Cool
  • Low Tide
    Rough
  • 35
  • I'm looking away from the land. The town looks like it can't be bothered today. The sea however feels ever-changing, with the horizon appearing and disappearing. White horses everywhere. This is the view I'll miss most.
  • Alex Hartley - Vigil
  • 02/11
  • 13:40
  • Rain
    Cool
  • Tide Midway
    Rough
  • 85
  • Last of the last days. Less than twelve hours to go before Vigil officially ends. The wind is buffeting. People below are blown around. Squeals from small children as they round the corner of the hotel and leave it's shelter into the full force of the gale. Even after nine weeks it feels that there's so much more to notice.
  • Alex Hartley - Vigil
  • 02/11
  • 11:58
  • Overcast
    Cool
  • Low Tide
    Rough
  • 55
  • Almost no Triennial visitors today, It feels like it's reached a natural end. The ledges are leaping and swaying in the high winds. A bike club and a jogger pass below. Samphire Hoe, the newest bit of Britain - an island built from the spoil of the Channel Tunnel glints in the distance.
  • Alex Hartley - Vigil
  • 02/11
  • 11:36
  • Overcast
    Cool
  • Low Tide
    Rough
  • 45
  • The sea is breaching the harbour wall, sending up great plumes of spray. The plastic sheeting covering the scaffold on the harbour wall is incresingly shredded. The lifeboat fights through the swell on a rough weather training run from Dover. The tankers on the horizon look like Napoleonic forts.
  • Alex Hartley - Vigil
  • 02/11
  • 10:11
  • Overcast
    Cool
  • Tide Midway
    Rough
  • 35
  • Surfers for the first time whilst I've been here. Vigil encampment flapping wildly. Folkestone in no particular hurry to wake up, a couple of dog walkers and newspaper buyers. The trucks all stayed parked up, they must be due to cross the channel and arrive at their European destinations on Monday.
  • Alex Hartley - Vigil
  • 02/11
  • 6:30
  • Intermittent sun
    Cool
  • High Tide
    Rough
  • 0
  • Wild wild night. Big flappy winds. Rough seas. Unpopulated toy town below.
  • Alex Hartley - Vigil
  • 01/11
  • 21:08
  • Overcast
    Cool
  • Tide Midway
    Choppy
  • 85
  • A strong westerly is developing, but the hotel shelters the ledges. Fireworks everywhere. The guard from the lorrypark does his rounds with his torch. He weaves in and out of the trucks checking each one. Unlike just across the channel there aren't desperate people desperately trying to conceal themselves in or under the vehicles.
  • Alex Hartley - Vigil
  • 01/11
  • 17:41
  • Overcast
    Cool
  • Tide Midway
    Choppy
  • 75
  • First fireworks of the night. Temperature dropping fast. Pubs beginning to attract small crowds of drinkers.
  • Alex Hartley - Vigil
  • 01/11
  • 17:30
  • Sun
    Cool
  • High Tide
    Choppy
  • 90
  • A small petrol slick emanates from a just-moored boat. The fuel sits .0003mm above the surface of the sea water within the inner harbour. Probably no more than a thimble full. It dissipates after 20 mins. An enormous container ship moves off from Dover.
  • Alex Hartley - Vigil
  • 01/11
  • 17:14
  • Sun
    Cool
  • High Tide
    Choppy
  • 175
  • Sun sets. Day visitors leave from the car parks. The lorry park is more full than I've ever seen it. Ledges are damp to the touch in the late afternoon dew. My neighbour below informs me Arsenal 3-0, Chelsea 2-1.
  • Alex Hartley - Vigil
  • 01/11
  • 17:06
  • Sun
    Warm
  • High Tide
    Choppy
  • 370
  • Seagulls, pigeons and starlings all in their own gangs take turns to glide around the Vigil camp. A march through Folkestone arrives at the pub below me, it's impossible to tell from this height what part of the political spectrum they represent. A single small yacht practices fast tacking in the relative shelter of the outer harbour.
  • Alex Hartley - Vigil
  • 01/11
  • 14:55
  • Sun
    Warm
  • High Tide
    Choppy
  • 230
  • The sun's low arc means that the day seems to be rushing by. The wind has picked up and the ledges are now in the full shade of the hotel. Some to-ing and fro-ing in small boats in the harbour - the purpose of which is hard to discern.
  • 01/11
  • 13:58
  • Sun
    Warm
  • Tide Midway
    Calm
  • 230
  • Sun is out and Fokestone feels like it has finally woken up. Two men got stuck in thigh deep harbour mud. The white cliffs toward Dover appear luminous in the low sunshine. I'm out on the furthest point of the ledges trying to catch the sun's warmth before it drops behind the hotel.
  • Alex Hartley - Vigil
  • 01/11
  • 12:25
  • Drizzle
    Cool
  • Low Tide
    Calm
  • 120
  • Light drizzle on the ledges. A few Triennial visitors wandering through, Dungeness briefly silhouetted through the grey. A low key feeling to the day - as if it hasn't really got started yet. Seagull pecked my banana.
  • Alex Hartley - Vigil
  • 01/11
  • 10:39
  • Intermittent sun
    Warm
  • Tide Midway
    Flat calm
  • 78
  • Had to go out and get a wifi dongle. Blog back online. It's the penultimate day of the vigil. Sections of the sea and sky are merging, making the horizon a dotted, non-continuous line. It's the same line that leads me home.
  • 01/11
  • 9:01
  • Overcast
    Warm
  • High Tide
    Flat calm
  • 45
  • What a night. The music stopped at 3am. The people carried on until 5am, and then the trucks started to move off to the tunnel. Now the diggers are back in action on the harbour. The tent is not very soundproof. Felt like an eye-in-the-sky monitor on one of those police shows on channel 5
  • 31/10
  • 22:59
  • Overcast
    Cool
  • Tide Midway
    Flat calm
  • 80
  • Folkestone is alive with halloween dress-ups, it feels anarchic. Not too sure how good a night's sleep I'll get. Climbing into the Vigil sleeping bag that I that last got into 8 weeks ago. Pretty sure it hasn't had a wash. Amazing clear and warm night. Beautiful moon lying on its side.