A Class 158 relegated from express duties turns up to transport me via the flower-bedecked Brighouse station to the trans-Pennine main line at Bradley Junction and onwards to Huddersfield.

They had a very moving, emotional memorial service for the two popular teen-aged girls who died in a car accident over the weekend.

I had planned a stop in Sarajevo to meet with a multiethnic delegation to hear their ideas about what the United States government and private organizations could do to help heal a society ripped apart by war. The security situation forced me to cancel my trip to Sarajevo, but the people I was to meet were so disappointed that they insisted on braving the journey along fifty miles of treacherous roads to meet me in Tuzla.

Petra would like to drop despondently onto a rock to pout, but you have to look before you sit, because there are goat doodies everywhere.