This evening’s high tide rides in on the wind to arrive with a crash at the sea wall. Salty spray bounces up and across the road, pattering the windows like rain.The thump of each wave hitting resonates through the ground, as though in competition with the machinery at work on the hill behind the house. The builders are running behind schedule. In a desperate bid to finish in time bright night lights have been brought in, overwhelming the light of the full moon shining down. What with wind and tide and machines, not much sleep will be achieved tonight.