In the small hours of last Saturday, while Leicester slept off the excesses of the night before, Sarah de Chazal got up and went for a walk.She picked up her bag, writes Jeremy Clay, put on her boots, took an early train to London, strode purposefully out of St Pancras, and kept on going.Through the heart of the city, over the Thames, and on. Down traffic-clogged roads and tree-lined suburban avenues, and on. Past tower blocks and semis, and on. Along streets, lanes and footpaths, as the great...
