I am writing this from my home office here in the heaving conurbation that is Benhall. Those unfamiliar with this seething metropolis – and I accept there may be a few – need only visualize the seamier locations in Bladerunner to conjure up a tolerably accurate image. I jest. Benhall is in fact a very small, very rural village close to the east Suffolk coast, not far from the seaside towns of Aldeburgh and Southwold, and a stone’s throw from the wondrous Snape Maltings Concert Hall. Having lived most of my adult life in cities, to say that living in Benhall provides sharp contrast is like saying the late lamented TV chef Keith Floyd enjoyed the occasional sherry. What in the name of all that is rational am I doing out here, I hear you cry.