What was burning so far out into the ocean is too hard to make out from this distance, but he looks down at the little waves now lapping again at his thighs and tears drip from his eyes to join them.

A dull explosion from the direction of the wall of smoke is barely audible but he looks up towards it and sniffs away any signs of emotion, pulling his shoulders back and standing to look around.

There are no signs to tell him where he is, no houses or people to ask for directions, just a road running along the coast in either direction. Two abandoned cars, a land rover and a smaller two door red dinky, both with smashed windows and blood stains on the road next to them, sit about fifty meters apart. Their contents, rolled up sleeping bags and bags of food, are