When I was a kid my family lived in a village in eastern Canada, one of the maritime provinces, a place where the coastline was dotted with sandy beaches and fishing villages.

Do you like moody weather? A blue-grey stormy sky, clouds rimmed with the fading light, a shadow creeping across the landscape as the weather advances? Yeah, me too.

‘You see those rocks? The ones sitting on top of the mountain?’ He points at the ridge line. ‘They’re not rocks, they’re trolls.’