This poem was written after I had seen one of my favourite films, 'I Know Where I'm Going' at the opening night of the London Film Festival yesterday. The legend of Corryvreckan is central to the story. Corryvreckan is the most dangerous area of water in the British Isles, located between Jura and Scarba in the Inner Hebrides. The Gulf of Corryvreckan has a tidal race that creates the third largest whirlpool in the World caused by a combination of the tides, a deep hole and a pinnacle. I visited the whirlpool by sea many years ago and was struck by the eerie atmosphere surrounding it. Seeing the film last night where the whirlpool is one of the central 'characters' and traveling home in a very quiet London, still reeling from Covid reminded me of the silence, of the deserted streets as Covid hit our island, and the feeling of drowning. This poem is an evocation of how it felt to be in that silence.