There are few villages more English, more feudal and more fascinating than Firle, nestling quietly in the South Downs. It’s beautiful, ancient and unsettling.
The attack came on a Wednesday. By the time we went to stone on Saturday night I had compiled this detailed, harrowing account of death and horror in New York, thankful with every breath that I hadn’t been up in those towers. From The Independent on Sunday, September 2001.