Glad you enjoyed it, folks.
I think it's on this vid but might be on another, where he tells of having bought his building in the 50s, when nobody else wanted to buy it.
Couldn't help thinking of the 80s when we moved out to live here in the Balearics. There used to be a relatively modest yacht club existing in the village at the time, and I was interested in buying a Glastron for running around the Bay now and then. Spoke with the agents here, got a price I could afford without pain, and then got on to the delicate matter of a mooring. The only thing I could get from the agency was: don't worry about it, we'll sort something out for you later. I was still running a business then, and that wasn't something I wasn't about to swallow, so I didn't bite.
The agent (Commodore of the club) ended up offering my wife and I life-membership of the new, expanded club that was going to be built on a huge set of new jetties and walkways. I asked advice from a friend with whom we used to cruise and he said don't touch it! Another friend/client back in Scotland who had a massive Oyster in Turkey said the same, adding that marinas almost always take down their investors with them.
That offered membership was for £ 340. I was also offered the chance of buying a berth.
Today, I'm told membership starts at around £ 23,000, with a waiting list, and you can't find a berth for love nor money, the last one I knew about going for over £ 100,000.
Had I been rash I would also now have been rich, with a fine berth-rental income stream making the bankers' insulting interest rates irrelevant.
Who knew? Clearly, not I!
Rob