On Monday afternoon I walked into the city centre, and after pottering around I decided to walk home through the parks.
It was dusk as I walked along the asphalt path that led past the kids play area. Just over there there was a man supervising his kids over the fence. Some birds were still singing in the trees, and in the distance there was the roar of rush hour traffic.
The man turned, and carried something over to a grassed area. He unfolded it, and it was obviously a prayer mat; he laid it on the ground. By this time I had walked past him, but one final glance back revealed him on his knees communing with his God.
Militant Islam. UK style.