Over the past four years, something has begun to happen in London. You bump into a couple who you haven’t seen for a while in the supermarket, or find yourself at a dinner party sitting next to an old acquaintance, and the conversation quickly turns to one topic: leaving. Quietly, without fuss or fanfare, Jewish people all over the country, people who were born and raised in Britain, have lived here their whole lives and contributed immeasurably to society, are packing up their homes, selling up and moving abroad. And I am one of them.

My partner Mark and I have always lived in the UK. I grew up in Birmingham, Mark in Manchester, but we’ve both lived in London for years. Don’t misunderstand me, we love our lives here. Mark, 53, is a hugely successful lawyer with four grown up children, we’ve been together for four years, are lucky enough to live in beautiful north London together and enjoy a very happy, busy, fulfilling life. It’s a life not without its challenges - Mark has Multiple Sclerosis which presents its challenges - but it’s a wonderful one. It’s also a life which I am no longer prepared to put at risk by staying in this country. I don’t wish to sound alarmist, but aged 53, I no longer feel welcome in my own country. I’m frightened, and it’s only getting worse.