Sights To See

Things Seen on the penultimate leg of the journey, between Leicester and the M25:

A white-gold January sun shining behind and between clouds of the most improbable electric blue.

The stump of a rainbow standing in a field.

The rising dome of an enormous pumpkin-yellow moon.

Alistair McAlpine

Someone should have taken him on in the courts- but nobody did- and the consequence was the shutting down of public debate on a matter of the gravest importance. Instead of talking about the organized abuse of children we found ourselves talking about the wrong done to the reputation of a single, rich old man. I have little doubt this was exactly what he intended. His huffing and puffing went beyond what was needed for the defence of his own good name and threw a protective cloak around a bunch of men of his own class and circle of acquaintance whom he must have known to be guilty.