There’s an intimacy in choosing your own name. Most of us live under one given to us before we could speak.

I watched Extreme Beachcombing last night, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. It’s one of those small, perfect films that sneaks up on you — quiet, deliberate, full of texture — until you realise it’s saying something enormous about the world and what we leave behind.

Our family’s story is in today’s Liverpool Echo — Thursday 25 September. On the surface, it is about one household in New Brighton — me, my wife Jana, and our three boys — but it is really the story of thousands of families across the UK. Families who came here in good faith, followed every rule, paid every fee, and are now being told that they may not belong.