Those 'deck saloon' Moody boats look like a catamaran had it's way with a mono hull.
That enormous low open transom is fine and dandy until you're in high seas and a wave
crashes over said transom and fills the boat from stem to stern. Your engine and electrics
are swamped and now you wish you'd paid attention when those nice Moody people
offered to show you how the life raft worked.
Don't even talk about trying to go upwind anywhere bar The Serpentine. The bottom of the boat
is so flat, that your bottom will feel like you've been gang raped by several troops of sex starved,
viagra enhanced, mountain gorillas.
I can understand why a large motor yacht can cost a few million, at the shallow end of the market.
I do not understand where half a million odd quid goes before options, in the case of a fifty foot
sailboat. The manufacturers have spent the last fifty years making sailboats cheaper to construct
and more and more resembling a house. But, a house sits on foundations and ground that, because
we're British and God's favourites, doesn't move around too much.
Contrast that to salt water. That moves a lot. Is unpredictable. And loves to punish hubris.