I’ve always quipped that one of the great reasons for living by the sea is that, at least in one direction, you can guarantee that no-one is going to start building and spoil the view. Fool. I suppose it was going to happen one day and I shouldn’t be annoyed. After all, we need energy and a wind farm is a green and renewable solution – one we should encourage, one I applaud, and yet… it’s as if the smooth face of a beloved daughter has started to develop stubble.

On the other hand, I’ve now started thinking, what would it be like to sail between these vast quixotic windmills? Who do I know with a boat?