From the cliff tops

I went up to the cliff tops above St Margarets yesterday morning and looked out on to the grey seas. It was a cold and unwelcoming scene with little to differentiate the water from the sky. I looked towards France, a mere 23 miles away unaware of the dreadful drama taking place. As l type this 27 people have lost their lives trying to cross this stretch of water in a small boat, hoping for a better life than the one on offer in their own country. Is it such a sin to want more for yourself and your family?