This time Robbie was dreaming about Mr Spatchley's ducks. They had all come alive and were flying around the office whilst Robbie desperately tried to hoover the floor. There were ducks everywhere, on the desk and mantelpiece and padding around on the floor, knocking things over and quacking indignantly.

Having crossed the Caribbean in the teeth of contrary winds, it was not until the early days of April that the French fleet hove in sight of Cartagena …

The set's most striking image is a bird's-eye view of a Hockney-esque swimming pool, an illusion created by suspending swimsuited dancers from harnesses behind a shimmering blue curtain.

If you shift, you might make the 2:19.