Location, location, location.

Location, location, location.

It is not a particular pretty house, built in the 60’s, mostly white, and in need of some TLC.  Like the tardis it looks small from the outside but turns out to have 6 bedrooms, all of them a reasonable size, and the house is in a totally liveable state.  But, the location is too perfect.  We are the last house on the street, and the last street in the village.  Beyond us are only a horse spa, the salt marshes and dunes.  I can leave the garden gate and walk straight onto the marshes without even having to look at a dog lead.  And the garden is totally enclosed.

Perhaps I should explain about the dogs.  We have three, 2 springers and a cocker.  Now I’m not sure if all springers are stupid, but mine are not exactly brilliant.  And I have discovered that a stupid dog is just so much easier to have around than a bright one.  My youngest daughters dog is Spot the springer, and it took him 6 months to master the one syllable of “sit”.

Dougal, the cocker, is my eldest daughter’s dog – and he is definitely not stupid.  If he were human he’d be heading for a First from Oxford.  But with brains come problems.  It turns out he has ears that turn off completely at the first sniff of anything remotely interesting, and if anything runs, he’s a completely lost cause.   So far rabbits, deer, small fluffy yapping dogs and sheep have turned out to be causes of serious red faces.

Back to the location, the house is 500m from the beach – which isn’t just any beach – it is a 12km sandy beach on the gulf stream, where even a total pussy like me can swim.  That said, I’m not a particularly keen sea swimmer, you never know what is waiting to grab you.

My neighbours, as previously mentioned, are a horse spa.  As I grew up in an eventing yard this really makes me feel at home.  I love pretty much everything about horses, and these are horses that are in wonderful shape, bouncing out of their skins, galloping up the beach, and generally in the best of condition, which isn’t always the case everywhere, but is particularly noticeable in recession hit rural areas at the moment.

At the bottom of the street, on the sea front are a sailing school, which do sailing lessons, sand yachting etc. and a golf course.  At the end of the other street (we are on a corner) 3 houses away, is the racecourse, and in the summer one of the local riding school moves to the racecourse, so we have activities galore literally on the doorstep, all accessible by foot.

Having seen the house and fallen in love with the location, I bring my estate agent friend to have a look.  We come up with what we consider to be a reasonable offer, which is rejected out of hand.  I then get some quotes done for the work to bring the property up to date – 40 – 50,000€.  Gulp. Over the following months I slowly up the offer, until I really think I can’t go any further, all I can do is sit and wait, and wait, and wait.  Eventually my final offer is accepted, a fair bit under the asking price, so I am pretty pleased with myself, despite the fact that I have broken every rule in the book.  I have not even been to look at a single other house, the location of this one is just perfect for me.


About La Gourmande Normande

Nous sommes un Drive vendant des produits locaux frais comme de la viande, des produits laitiers, des fruits, des légumes et autres produits locaux fournis par nos producteurs de Basse-Normandie. Notre équipe est unis par notre passion de la nourriture et nous désirons partager cette passion avec vous. Nous sommes un commerce en ligne qui a pour objectif un service client et des produits exceptionnels.
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