As purple ribbons of cloud streak the morning sky, an amber glow melts the thin covering of frost that coats the verges of the M25. Amidst the beauty of this new dawn, the lady behind me retches into a sick bag, as she has been doing periodically throughout the night. The man in front stands, removes his shoes, lays his coat down in the aisle and begins to pray. Morning has indeed broken and it’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for us. And we’re feeling good.