The Bay is what it is and you can’t fault it. It’s a satisfying knotty, plotty hour. You believe in everyone and everything just enough to get by.

I’m not exactly gagging for more, but I am intrigued to see a lead heroine being quite so hard-faced.

At least The Bay was like Broadchurch in several good ways, too, including the most vital component of any good TV drama – I wanted to know what happens next.

The Lancashire scenery is shot to show the odd moment of gruff beauty, with the soundtrack adding to the general sense of anxiety. None of it is enough to redeem the police-drama tropes. The Bay has texture, but the machinery is knackered. When a child washes up on the beach our reaction ought to be more than boredom.