And it was this Englishwoman, a fruit of the loins of England, who drew Brunel Senior over in the first place. That speaks volumes about the draw of these magical islands, still exerting their irresistible magnetism to foreigners over 2 centuries later. Refugees and economic migrants alike tramp for months on foot through the wreckage of continental Europe just for a glimpse of the White Cliffs of Dover. They *could* stop off anywhere along the way and find a future of sorts, but a future in one of the EU corridor states is clearly one not worth the living.