Uh-huh.

He doesn't wanna have anything more to do with them.

And the third gentleman living on there was Bernie, an alcoholic who had fled from Auckland hoping to be able to at least dry out and live out his life on the island.

Bernie dies, and he left his shack.

We call them shack.

Australian here, we call them weekenders, uh, holiday homes, whatever the phrase is.

But it would've been a rundown shack with no electricity and no bathroom facilities as such.

The story is, like I said, this is a story that came to you from a, a chance connection, and then now you've brought it to life.