I thought I recognised the blue. I thought it was a cornflower and I felt a fillip of joy. But it wasn’t. It wasn’t a cornflower. I think it’s a scabious. They mentioned scabious in the TV adaptation of Cranford. It was one of the flowers that the Major gave Capt Brown’s daughter and she hurried with the Jenkins’s to look it up in the Language of Flowers. I forget what they found, but she was pleased nonetheless by its inference. No, it couldn’t have been a cornflower, what was I thinking, cornflowers grow in fields and meadows on the side of crops, like those ones we saw in Cambridge that summer with the red poppies. But it is beautiful anyway, isn’t it? A spark of loveliness in a mass of debris and broken things.