Today I went cycling with my son, 20 miles through some of the finest countryside the UK has to offer. The sun shone, the wind was light and we flew whistfully down country lanes. Motorist slowed and gave us plenty of space when passing. And when we passed a fellow cyclist we greeted them with a cheery wave and a big smile, everything was good with the world. Then we came to a closed road, police tape, a"no entry" sign, the air ambulance took off in front of us, a cheery wave for Sam from the pilot. Then home for tea and biscuits and news on the radio that a body so badly burnt, it could not be recognised, had been discovered on the downs right where we were. Life in these moments cannot really be explained, how can it be so good for some and so bad for others, at the same time, in the same town and under the same sky. Random names, numbers and meanings, some live and some die but nobody knows why. Sure I'm looking for answers wouldn't you be?
