My ex-wife reminded me recently about when we were in Peñíscola sitting at a bar on the seafront. I was watching some of the bikini clad women walking past: this did not impress her. Then, two of the women started walking over towards us so I asked my ex-wife to pretend to be my mother. Well, she went in to one hell of a rage. As long as I live, I’ll never understand women. Anyway, I understand my camera, and this is Scarborough, Yorkshire, where I’m more at home. My grandmother was born in Scarborough and lived most of her life there.