Back from our holiday, TPR resumed his cruelty towards me. I couldn’t work out why he had attached an electrical cord to me, nor why his university pals were now pulling on it, but I was determined to escape from whatever his evil plot comprised.

I broke free and ran down to the shore. The sea was just too tempting. Although I was drunk, fully-dressed and knew that this was madness, I leapt into the waves. This was where I really belonged: playing on the beaches of the Outer Hebrides.