I was 'on sabbatical' at a 'friends' in North Wales, we'd had a heavy night, we'd had a smoke, we were supposed to be going to walk the Nantlle ridge but time was going...Neighbours had just finished on BBC1 and the newsflash about the first plane came on, I don't think we stopped watching for 12 hours or more, after half an hour or so my Dad phoned me to say those towers were going to fall, it was thousands of miles way but like everyone else it felt personal, like you'd been punched in the face, just a state of shock that didn't go for weeks.