My House

In March 2005 we spent a weeks holiday staying in a friends holiday cottage on the Northumberland coast near Alnwick. We wanted to look at properties around the area and the Scottish borders to get an idea of prices and locations for our long-term future. Our requirements were fairly straight forward. Paul wanted good communications links (within an hour of a major airport and reasonable road links) and broadband. I wanted quiet, detached and a reasonable sized garden.

We wandered into Alnwick (pronounced Annick for us Southerners) and got told snootily that we wouldn't get anything around there within our budget - 'Alnwick was voted the best place to live in the UK' (Country Life 2002). So we headed north to Berwick, armed with a property paper our friend had left in the cottage for us, to arrange to see about 4 or 5 maybes.

I fell in love with the third house we looked at ...




- or to be more truthful I fell in love with the location...

We hadn't intended to actually buy a house. We couldn't afford it. We couldn't not afford it. We put an offer in before we set off back down south and the rest is history.