So this is the end of my journey recording Britain in the final month of its membership of the European Union. I had planned a long diatribe about how all parties involved in this fiasco should hold their heads in shame but truthfully what is the point? The Dutch lorry above continues to deliver its flowers to the flower shop on Queens Road, Leicester as if nothing has changed (at the time of writing nothing had!)
Perhaps the most searching questions of the whole process are those asked by the young men who gave their lives in the fields of Flanders 100 years ago.
So in the end we’ll all die. Some today, some tomorrow but eventually we’ll all be taken and then what? What will future generations make of the whole sorry process? Will they walk through our graveyards and look at the names on the headstones and ask what was all this for? Will some try to use our memories to support whatever crackpot ideas they have or will they realise that there is far far more that unites us than divides us. I guess in the end the dead always ask the most searching questions of us all.
Goodbye to Brexit Britain I won’t miss the project. I have learnt a lot but if I started my journey again the one bit of advice I would give myself is this – don’t under any circumstances take that journey!