I have said many times in my conversations with people that I never tire of a new dawn or seeing the sun rise. This morning as I went through my ablutions in the penumbra of the pre-dawn the sound of the dawn chorus was truly uplifting and magical. Even in the dark the birds were heralding in the new day like there was no tomorrow. Then as I hoofed it over the Gipping to the railway station in quite cold but beautifully benign conditions yet another magical part of a new day greeted me.

London was gloriously fresh as I exited the tube at St Pancras as only a fresh London morning can be. Free of fug and smells- just clean, and then I got the text message from my sister as I sat in Sir Chris Hoy awaiting departure for Canterbury.

She has her main office at Brussels airport. She was and is OK but then I thought of my rejoicing at the new dawn and how this would have been a last dawn for those innocent people killed in such an outrageous way. I sincerely hope their passing was swift and that they did not know what hit them, and that they rejoiced as I did at the dawning of a new day as they went about their business commute or travels further afield.

May they rest in peace.