Whilst my blog posts have been sporadic things have been happening fast in the UK. I am interrupting my St Emilion series to bring an update. We are on the move again !!
When we downsized to this house in 2014 we were thrilled with it. We thought it would be perfect for spending the odd week or two back in the UK, that we could use it almost as a gite for holidays and short stays. It’s a 1930’s house with a brand new interior, having been renovated shortly before we bought it. It was a beautiful “move straight in”.
For one reason or another we have never really settled and as we have ended up spending much more time here than we planned we have decided to move on.
Apart from its cuteness and newness, the thing that sold this house to us was the view across the fields at the back.
Only six months after we moved in, we found out that the farmer that owns the fields had applied for planning permission to sell the land for building. There was a planning application for five hundred houses along the length of the road, meaning that our lovely view could easily disappear.
Then there’s the plight of poor little Daisy. Because she spends most of her time in our barn in France and is not used to traffic (other than the occasional passing tractor) I am convinced that if we let her out of the house she would either get run over on the road, or get frightened and run away. Either way we might never see her again.
So she stays indoors when we bring her back to the UK, or we let her out on a long lead. She spends her time snoozing in a shady spot or watching the birds in next door’s garden longingly as they tease her mercilessly, hopping within a few yards of her, having learned that she can’t catch them.
So, we set to and spruced the place up ready for the estate agent to call. Once the pictures were taken my resolve weakened and I had some doubts – with the house looking so good, how could we bear to leave? But we had made our decision so we put it up for sale.
It was sold after just four days on the market. (It took just two days longer than the last time we sold a house.)
This is the house we’re hoping to buy instead. It’s nowhere near as sexy, an old folks’ bungalow. As my dad says when any bungalow comes up for sale – “there’s another one fallen off its perch”. And indeed it’s very much that kind of house.
All the rooms are bigger than we have now and we will gain an extra room downstairs, a garage and privacy, as it’s detached with a good amount of space on either side. It’s in a small, L-shaped cul-de-sac where the road is very quiet.
There are woods at the back so our view is of the trees rather than open fields, but at least it’s unlikely that there will ever be a planning application to build on there. And of course it’s a much safer place to let Daisy have her freedom.
It is however, a house to do up. It’s perfectly habitable but it’s decorated in the style of an old person who last did anything to it at least twenty years ago and has done no decorating or maintenance since.
Except for the kitchen, which, believe me, is not as good as it looks! The estate agent did a great job of making it look great.
So there we are. I never thought I would be thrilled to be buying an old folks’ bungalow but it’s amazing how one’s ideas can change!
Those experienced in buying and selling a house in the UK will know that there is a lot of water to go under the bridge before we get the keys to our new house. There is a short chain of only four houses with the empty house at the top and a first time buyer at the bottom so it’s about as promising as it can be, but you never know, it could still all go wrong. We live on tenterhooks for now!
Bon weekend !!