Pull on your walking boots, pack your ginger beer and pay your modest £50 joining fee: later this month Nigel Farage begins a March For Leave protest from Sunderland to Westminster. Cries of “God speed, Nige!” in Hartlepool; blisters tended to in Doncaster; a Blitz-style singalong in Wellingborough. The purpose of Farage’s march? “To tell the Westminster elite we will not be betrayed over Brexit.”

Ah, the B-word. Betrayal. Expect to hear it endlessly over the coming months. Whatever form of Brexit we end up with, Brexiteers will say it betrays the Brexit dream, Remainers that it betrays the British people, young people that it betrays their hopes of a bright future.

In the years to come we also face another mighty wave of betrayed