So where do the band see themselves in twenty years’ time? “Okay,” says Marcus, “I see Winnie probably about 58 miles away from Nashville on a pig farm, playing banjo to the pigs and chewing tobacco.” Winnie says he sees Ben, “as the next Peter Gabriel,” which delights Ben (“You’ve just seen what my dream is!”), while Ted predicts he’ll be “alone in the forest”. And Marcus? “We see him on his own by a record player, weeping that Mumford & Sons is over!” laughs Ben, “Yeah, it’ll be Lovett and Sons,” guffaws Winnie. It is of course, Marcus who restores order: “I see us all having wholesome good times,” he says firmly. Based on the down-home, heart-felt music that is the Mumford & Sons experience, this seems like a very good bet.