The copious shambles of rocks waylaid the roadside, by the time we saw theย ย Beaufort castle walls it was easy to see it as a mirror of its surroundings, a cannonade of angry words miscued with shots of Peace. This belated excursion was like an erstwhile ย trumpet for phosphorus clouds and driven rain shrapnel had attempted to ebonize the landscape, our luggage with best intent was smoking by the derelict Vichy bolt hole.