In fantasy house development, I want to replace one of our bedroom windows with French doors and a balcony. For nine months of the year, it'd be too cold to use and would probably collect some kind of leaf litter that needed cleaning and let in too much of a draft.

But on nights like this, with the sun playing off the few clouds, a gentle breeze and the swifts coursing it'd be worth any hassle.

Luckily we've an attic bedroom with big velux windows. And I've brought our gin, tonic and beer to bed, so we're almost there.

Almost.