Captain Tom ‘Tuna’ Frankentoffle said he’d never seen anything like it in all his years as a fisher person, ‘There was all kinds of boats. Boats everywhere. Gin cruisers. Ferries. Motor boats. A few rowing boats. Even a peddaloe.’
Captain Tom, 56, grey haired, owner of a semi detached house in Folkestone with a nice garden, an old salt, stroked his carefully curated beard. ‘They was all trying to escape. Said there was no future for them in England.’
‘One of the younger ones said that France was where the jobs were. It was like Dunkirk. But the other way round. Kirk Dunk. Maybe.’
And what waits these desperate English families, fleeing poverty-struck England. The sunlit uplands of buttery croissants and pain au chocolat? Or the bleak reality of the newly built refugee camps as they wait for their asylum status to be confirmed.
Sunlit uplands or cloudy down lands?

You decide. They did.
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