'A world in which forces are on the move that could unleash cataclysm...'
Being on the road and in the middle of a refugee crisis leaves too little room for analysis. Only later, in the calm of a west London autumn, do I have the chance for proper reflection. What did those thousands of tramping refugee feet signify above and beyond the obvious signals of human distress? I have been thinking about this all week and I confess to gloom.