DAPPLED in brilliant July sunshine, Tavistock Square is again a haven of tranquility in a city of constant turbulence, a few withered bouquets of flowers in a corner of its gardens are the only visible reminders of the horror which engulfed it one year ago tomorrow.

THE first thing that hit you was the silence. One of the world’s noisiest, most vibrant cities had fallen quiet, shocked by the horror unfolding before it.