A few years back, in a rather different life, I worked for a multimillionaire who, having sold his company, had little else to do than travel the globe buying up property, renovating it then, dissatisfied with the results, renovate it again. Being inordinately wealthy, he also wisely opted to buy a yacht as a means of dispersing that wealth. So far, so good. Yet what happened next baffled me – he bought a Bavaria 36. Nothing wrong with that boat by the way – it’s just that if I was a multimillionaire, I wouldn’t buy that boat. You see, on some level I must be vain and narcissistic. When I arrive in an anchorage, I want people to say: “What a beautiful yacht,” or words to that effect. So there…