It’s the small things, the incidental details, that tell a story best. Especially when it comes to old-school Rich Listers. And that was Lang Walker to his bootstraps, or rather to the salt-encrusted laces on his battered old docksiders.

In 2019, I watched as Caroline Oakley, head chef at Walker’s Kokomo Private Island resort (and formerly the personal chef on his super yachts) burnt his breakfast until it was a plate of ashen crumbs. “Mr Walker – you know, Lang – with his toast; he likes the shit burnt out of it,” Oakley said with a wink on noticing my surprise as she torched his toast.