Looking at the demographics it seems clear that one group who voted disproportionately for Brexit was those over 55. And I should declare that I am a member of this group.

One strand of argument of the Leave campaigns was an appeal to nostalgia. Taking back control was a phrase suggesting that somehow we had lost control, and that we needed to get back to some mythical golden age when vast parts of the globe were coloured red.

To give away my age I was born in January 1954. At the time there was still a few items rationed, eight and a half years after VE Day. And I can just about remember the grey drabness of the late 1950s. Because I remember them I am not nostalgic for those days. If I was to give a time when things steadily got better it was after we joined the Common Market.

But many of my generation look at the past through the proverbial rose-tinted glasses, to times where bobbies walked their beat and England won the World Cup, and is there honey still for tea?

Many of those who voted Leave did so while thinking about the past rather than thinking about the future. In effect they voted for the construction of a time machine to take us back to that golden age, those blue remembered hills.

It seems to me that it doesn’t really matter why you voted for the construction of a time machine. It is something which cannot be built with existing technology. It is therefore unachievable, and so it is not a valid choice.

It is no good blaming the EU or Remainers when the time machine fails to be developed. You have to take some responsibility for your choice. To complain that no-one is getting on with Brexit is to think something immensely complex is easily achieved. You can’t blame anyone other than yourself for your lack of understanding.