Now, if there’s one thing I hate it’s being in a boat on the sea and we were crossing on open-deck vessels holding just 10 cars, in winter, in choppy waters. We were blown to bits and everyone was unwell. But when we reached dry land we went straight to the church to get the lights, which were just as good as we’d been promised.

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The guy selling the lights on behalf of the church was amiable. ‘I know you’ve had to come a long way, so I’ll take that into consideration with the price,’ he told us, and we bought the lights for half their value.

We thought our luck had changed. But that night, the weather took a turn for the worse and we ended up being stranded on the island for a whole week. We stayed in a local pub. There was nothing to do and no licensing laws. Needless to say we ate and drank the profits before a 15-hour drive home after another rough boat crossing, knowing that, even if we sold the lights for the best price, we’d be penniless.

While not all of our adventures paid off, the disasters never deterred us. I love old cars and I also deal in them. A friend of my father’s knew that I was into old Volkswagens and told me about a seriously rare split-screen pick-up truck that he had once owned.

‘I’d love to see a picture of it,’ I told him, having only ever heard about three or four in existence. We were in north Wales visiting him in Corwen. ‘Don’t worry about a picture,’ he told me, ‘it’s still here.’ ‘Where?’ I asked. To my amazement, they’d buried it. ‘If you dig it up and tidy up after yourselves, you can have it,’ he told us.