It was right to stop British racing but the sport must remain ready to restart

An empty page on the screen of a laptop.

It continues to stay like that, white, blank and with nothing to be seen, save for the small black cursor that flashes repeatedly, a constant call to action, an insistent reminder of the need to find words. What form can those words take? There are certainly no answers. What we must seek out and then cling to is hope.

The juxtaposition is strange. One might think there is nothing to write about. The truth is there is everything to write about.