JMW Turner was the pre-eminent landscape painter in Western art, according to leading Victorian art critic John Ruskin. But the weight and obsession of the artist's canon suggests he was, above all, and with an relentless obsession, a seascape painter.
Mason is 10. He looks out on Canary Wharf from his high-rise. He wants to take film-maker David Bond on a tour of his manor, where he takes his dog for a walk to the patch of green that is his meagre playground.
"People moan at us for playing ball games," he says as he heads past the forbidding signs and down the "curly wurly" stairs of his concrete jungle.
There are a lot of us about. Billions in fact. And what with the world opening up to journalists looking for tales of weirdness and cruelty and a healthy appetite for the same on the web, there appear to be more and more of us each day.
Take China. The opening up of the Red Giant has, yes, provided a bigger market for our widgets but, more importantly, it has fed the world with another tranche of human misery of which we were previously ignorant.