It was six-thirty, the end of a day of painting beaches on canvas (will show you tomorrow), and I felt desperate for a cycle ride.

“Where shall we ride?” Chris asked.

“Where else?” I answered.

The sun glowed red behind the fields at Dawlish Warren and I felt sure that if we rode on quickly to Cockwood Harbour we would catch the sunset on the water. As you can see, we weren’t disappointed. However we had to ride like the wind homewards before it became completely dark.