Monday, 24th March, 2014.
Well not a lot of action on the house sale for the last few weeks. Oh apart from the housework having been amplified tenfold due to the sheer number of viewers we’ve had through the door; though no offers to buy. Being my usual optimistic self I had envisaged the house selling instantly, but seemingly I was lacking a magic wand.
I have this house showing lark off to a tee now. After hours of toiling – on all fours scrubbing kitchen and bathroom floors; laying and lighting two coal fires; vacuuming and dusting the entire house; mowing the lawns; turning the house into a florist’s shop with copious bunches of lilies and tulips to fiddle with – ten minutes before a viewer is due I vacate the house. No longer do the dogs and I head for the beach; but Costa.
The dogs are okay with it. They receive a mini muffin each. As well as a bag of mini muffins, I order a regular Cappuccino-to-go. Parked on the promenade – just a stone’s throw from the house – we enjoy a fabulous view of the beach we should be walking on. After thirty minutes we return home. But re-energised and feeling like the pink bunny from the Duracell battery advert – all fluffed up and powered by caffeine – I head straight back out and onto the beach. How the dogs love house showing days.
With the switch in my head flicked into overdrive, this is when positive house moving decisions are made. Hmmm.
Firstly, there was the cave house in Calitri, Italy. (Cave photos via Rightmove)
Maybe initially it appealed to the primitive side of me – or was it the price? At £21,000 the price is primitive. Either way I could see myself as a modern day Wilma Flintstone. My leopard print heels and a pair of chopsticks stuck in my hair would look great! Ahem. And Betty and Barney Rubble might be neighbours.
When I began reading about Calitri, I was hooked. Calitri is a town in the province of Avellino in southern Italy. It is about one hour’s drive from Naples. Calitri sounds like a magical place, as locals liken it to Positano – the stunning village on the Amalfi Coast which is revered for its vibrant colours and year-round sunshine. Calitri itself is a medieval village, and the surrounding countryside is steeped in history, with castles and aristocratic palazzos in abundance. Apparently Calitri is world-known for its artistic ceramics. There are thermal baths to luxuriate in, exceptional cuisine on offer, and wine tastings galore. The cave would make a gem of a holiday home, and half the fun would be the journey getting there. Bello. (Photo via Rightmove)
Secondly, there was the cider farm in Brittany, France. I had always associated cider – or scrumpy – with southern England.
The traditional Breton cottage in France is situated in rolling countryside. Accessed by a little footbridge across a river, the apple orchard of 200 trees produced 2,000 litres of award winning cider last year. (Photo via Rightmove)
The cottage even housed a bread oven. Food and drink costs could be kept to a minimum. And not a bad diet either – bread and cider – carbohydrates from the bread and vitamin C from the apples. May need a few chickens running around – for protein of course. But then I thought of the neighbours I might encounter … The Wurzels – Combine Harvester
And I remembered I do not like cider.
Now if the apple orchard were a vineyard, there would have been a sale on the cottage. Tasting the wine would be pure pleasure … Absolutely Fabulous
My head is now back in the land of Blighty, and this week I view a quaint looking cottage a few miles down the road. Judging from the photos in the brochure, there appear to be some interesting artefacts lying around the living room, including a crystal ball! I wonder if a ‘sold’ sign will be slapped on the ‘for sale’ board when I arrive … the vendor may have seen in her crystal ball that the new owner is me. Hmmm.
Thank you for taking the time to read my blog :-) Have a magical week.