Yeah, right, and I hate shellfish, no matter how fancy.
Full of optimism, we set off and found our camp site from 7 years ago.
The owners remembered us, so in a way it was like coming home.
We set up the tent, used the facilities, and over the next few days branched out N, E and W as it was pretty central, so we could cover a large area.
We actually viewed a property on our first day and it looked smashing from the outside. Inside it had been gutted, and the stairs were leaning precariously backwards (or forwards depending if you were going up or down) .
Decor was ‘interesting’ and although cosmetic and to personal taste, bright pink and purple pansies on the ceiling and walls in the master bedroom was not our cup of tea, neither were the bark effect trees scratched into the artex on the walls in the downstairs rooms.
The special feature was a very handy ‘gardener’s dunnie’ at the top of the four tier overgrown garden.
We did several drive bys of other properties of interest but in one the garden was falling into the picturesque stream, in another the lean to was coming away from the wall, and one had the front wall in the picture missing as they were widening the road having redefined the boundary plus the back wall looked about 8 months pregnant!
We finally found one we were very keen on, phoned up for a viewing (had to park on the very top of the hill to get a signal for the mobile) only to be told that viewings were Wednesdays and Saturdays only. I pointed out that it was indeed Wednesday to which the answer was ‘But we’ve already been out today, so you will have to wait until Saturday now’. I hung up.
Wales has however spat us out yet again and this time it was not the weather, but bloody red tape!
There are indeed LOADS of properties in our price range, but just one little tiny itsy bitsy problem for 98% of them.
WE DON’T LIVE THERE ALREADY.
Thanks to County Hall (or whatever) restrictions, the scenario is people have properties to sell (some of whom desperately need to sell) but locals are unable to afford to buy and outsiders like us aren’t ALLOWED to because we have not been living/working in Wales for 3 years.
No way round it, not even by default (Mother in law is Welsh), so we have decided they do not want our money and we will spend it elsewhere.
We went to Gloucestershire, trying to follow my mother’s roots, and although there are no such restrictions for property purchase, money is an issue and most of what we can afford has no parking as it is all terraced homes in the centre of town.
Have a laugh at the prospect of buying a house which is only accessible through a little gate and having to park your vehicle in a council paying car park some 400 yards down the road. Could prove interesting for a furniture removal firm I suppose.
Anything else was in need of renovation.
Then we suffered the Glastonbury syndrome.
It always rains on Glastonbury weekend, and this year was no exception, even though we were nowhere near it. The skies opened, and the three of us got drenched, despite our bat capes.
Finding a supermarket with a cafe open after 7pm was impossible, takeaways didn’t open until 8, and there was no sign of those familiar golden arches anywhere (coming soon apparently) .
We’d managed to dry out and ended up sleeping in the car that night being surprisingly comfy. Hubby’s organization was impressive. OK, it rained during the night, but we were dry and warm.
The weekend has been kind, just one spot of thunder, and we have managed to access the internet to devise our next plan of attack and area search.
Sadly things have not gone as well to plan as we’d hoped, but it’s still early days.