It is not easy to be grumpy down on the northern NSW coast – such a beautiful place. Family has been coming here since before I was born. Fishing was far better then, but where was it not? I try and get up and do the dawn beach walk each morning (lot of rain coming later in the week so there might be a sleep-in).

Exquisite this morning. But there is always someone who’ll throw a Spaniard in the works. Every now and again, the horse brigade turn up – if you think cyclists who believe that road rules are not for them and wobble along, lycra-clad fifty-year-olds, two abreast while traffic piles up behind, are bad, they have nothing on horse people. They really do believe they are above any form of courtesy and rules. Their horses crap all over the beach, usually to their amusement. This was such a morning.

Then there are the dog walkers. Most of the dogs are great – far better than their owners – but every so often…