Fancy a little secluded slice of paradise?
For just £2.4 million you could buy your own Greek island in the Ionian Sea.
Still a little rich for your pocket?
Half an acre of virgin land on Mayreu in the Grenadines will set you back a far more modest £103,000.
Or you could go to Marsden Beach on a cold and grey November lunchtime for free.
Not as appealing? Maybe not if you’re a devout sun-worshipper, but for the crash of waves on a sloping beach, swirling foam, towering cliffs, and sculpted rocks its hard to beat, and for half an hour today it was all mine. Not a soul to be seen and even the prints from the morning’s dogs were being erased by the advancing tide.
Even on the greyest of days there was colour as the russet sands were swirled into the gunmetal waters, yellow limestone shone in its coat of salt water and the sky managed to inject a little glaucous hue into the deeper waters.
Here nature plays out a battle between the sea and the land and there will only be one winner, for though the cliffs stand tall and the rocks hold fast the sea has time on its side. Imperceptibly scouring the surface of the stones that emerge from the sand, sucking at the feet of the great limestone walls above, grinding pebbles back and forth along the shore. The plentiful grains of sand indicate the fate awaiting those seemingly stout defences.
After a while I decided it was time to beat a retreat before my escape route was cut off and as I began my ascent back to the cliff tops met Scott bringing his two dogs for a little exercise. I felt I was handing over custodianship of a piece of treasure. For a little while at least.