This has always struck me as the most dangerous place to live. You build your house at the foot of a big stack of stones on the edge of a quarry, right next to a very angry ocean. It just can’t be a good idea.

This is what can happen to stones – and manmade structures – when the ocean in question has a snit. This is supposed to be a long, elegant harbour wall. Note carefully how it appears to have been eaten by a giant puppy.

This house is just very pretty. It was dusk when we walked past it. I thought how nice it must be to come home to that.

This is the house I grew up in. You’re looking at the kitchen. The room above the kitchen used to be my parents’ room, but now they have what used to be the empty space over the living room, which is much warmer.