Abyss

It was a damp day with the thick sky screwed to the horizon. It suited my mood after last night. After these things you want to rail and lash out. Let's just say I'm trying to be sensible. For the greater good, and all that.

That's Dover port in the photo. The long harbour walls were built to cope with the flow of young men to the Western Front. How awful it must have been to leave on a day of murk and life suspended like today. The prospect of that blasted landscape, that see of murderous mud, getting ever closer. The distant thunder of the artillery reaching the quiet of the cliffs. 

Lucky us that we did not face those terrible choices.

That dark mass in the foreground of the cliff top is the last remnant of a lookout post, the hanging electric cable still visible.

Time marches on. And time runs out.

Thank God the Paris talks reached a conclusion, a deal. Even if not ideal it feels like a start. The world trying to pull together. And that's no mean feat.