The street was bathed in pale light from the dipping sun as I slipped out through the cemetery gates. I left the ghosts of fusiliers and Belgian sailors for the ghosts of Albert Road.
It has been an eventful day so far. I have come to expect a few dog owners to ignore the legal notices about dogs on leads, but I was a little more surprised that a party leader, no stranger to legal briefs, would, without pause, choose not to uphold Human Rights Article 10 and let his own hounds lose, entirely at odds with his election platitudes about unifying my party. However, if I was to say that to Julian Assange at this time, I think I might get back a wry smile.
Beyond the surprise, the no surprise really, the dismay and the rage, I entered a period of reflection. It was at this time that I recalled the words of an extraordinary Honduran teenage girl whose reaction to the brutal extrajudicial murder of her equally extraordinary and beloved mother, Berta Cáceres on 3 March, 2016.
"My mother has not been killed. My mother has been planted and she is born and reborn and this, which they tried to put out today, this fire, that is the struggle of the people - The only thing they did was ignite it more because they tried to put out the fire with gasolene."
Laura, teenage daughter of Berta Cáceres.
