Last week I was away on my annual windsurfing trip to Fornells Bay in Minorca.

As far as my windsurfing goes, progress is certainly swifter in some quarters than others. I can take reasonably big winds these days, and notch up consistently decent straight line speeds, but I am as terrible as ever at racing on a course. I think I’m just not a very good tactician. Or not very patient. Or both.

Anyway, while it’s lovely to be back and enjoying my last month in London for a while, I do rather miss getting up each morning to this…