forever France and any bike rider is a sucker for anything with a whiff of the continental. There is a feeling of space at the seaside too, except when you forget to check the tides and the sea is washing up against the foot of the dunes. You can stand and look out to sea and wonder if there is someone standing on a similar beach in Denmark looking back at you, thinking of Kierkegaard, The Killing, and whether they left the gas on. The space offers the chance of shaking off the past, of starting afresh, of faking your own disappearance and claiming the insurance. It is particularly at this time of year when christmas lights are being turned on, children’s faces are pressed to department store windows and grown up begin to realise that they are never going to clear everything that is on their desks before the 24th that we need to get out under the sky in search of guidance and so it was that lo, we did look to the heavens and the light of the Wilton flare stack did guideth us home, and it was good.