After the trip up Channel in her launch Amaryllis, Wren Jane looked ahead to Dover and the posting that was to be so central to her contribution to the war.  The end of book one records her first arrival there, battered and salt stained:

Once the White Cliffs were in sight, they stirred a deep passion in Jane.  These were the ramparts of the moat, the iconic face of defiance over which no invader had come for a thousand years.  Away to the south-east gun fire and columns of smoke spoke of active war on the doorstep and were a sharp reminder that they were now entering a new and dangerous area.  Jane had passed through Dover often enough on her summer trips to join the Pechot family but the cliffs seemed quite different this time.

Looking at them she thought ‘I am here to do my bit, to make my contribution to defeating the threat across the Channel, and I will do it, I will do it.  I hope I can be strong enough to withstand whatever this posting throws at me so we can look forward to a better tomorrow.  These cliffs are a wonderful wall but on their own they are nothing.  It needs the people around them to turn them into a barrier and I am about to become one tiny bit of that.  I must not fail.’  She looked ahead to where the pier ends of her new posting were approaching rapidly ‘My future, my worth to this effort will be decided in the challenges I find here and soon.’  Please let me be up to them.’