House Search Tuesday Morning...

So our search continued. As Tuesday was such a busy day, With five properties to view, and many miles in between, I'm going to break this into two posts.
We were beginning to feel at home in our French surroundings, driving was much less of an issue than i thought it would be, and we seemed to be getting on pretty well with the few locals we were interacting with, mostly bar shop keepers and bar owners I'll grant you. One bar owner in particular was very memorable. A biker/ Olympique de Marseille fan, we quickly bonded with a love of beer, football and most importantly Didier Drogba. It was a fun place to spend the evening and we made a special note to return the following evening to watch France take on Spain.

Entrance Hall

Nice Kitchen

Enjoying a cup of tea

The first view of the day quite took our breath away. Situated in a very quite village about twenty minutes drive from our base in Huelgoat and right next to the church, it was quite simply beautiful. Strangely enough, it is owned by a very nice couple from Pluckley, who knew Ashford very well, gave us tea, and looked after splendidly.




The house was in very good order, the only possible down side was that we would have to use the third bedroom as the on suite bathroom for one of the other rooms, thus reducing the amount of rooms we could B&B to two.However the loft was all but converted and a good size workshop at the back this place seems very promising. And at a good price as well, so good we fear that the chances of it still being on the market when we sell are very slim indeed.




Right next door is a bar/ shop/ just about everything else. And in the very French way the owners told us that in the three years that they'd lived there they hadn't quite worked out what hours the bar was open and what hours it wasn't, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Also in with the price was a decent size piece of land, just down the road a little, ideal for a little veg plot and keeping a few chickens......... Move over Tom Good!

Trying to get in

We were shown around the above property by the owners because the very dippy English immobilier got her wires muddled and thought we were an afternoon booking and was miles away in her office. So we arranged to meet her at the next location.

Infinity  Garden

 

 After a pleasant drive we  rendezvous with Miss Dippy, who straight away couldn't get the front gate open. So after a little gentle persuasion from yours truly we got on the site only to find the back door wouldn't budge. So Karen and I went off to explore the garden. Now I say garden, perhaps I should say field, it was huge, we only ventured thee quarters of the way down and when we turned to look back the house was just a speck in the distance. Apparently the local farmer comes once a year and makes hay and takes it away and that's the only time any one sets foot on it.
   

Small Room

 We made the long trek back to the house to find our new friend had eventually sorted out the lock and we were able to have a look round inside. It wouldn't take long.
Where as the out side area of the property was roughly the size of Romney Marsh, the inside wasn't. It seemed like the house was the Tardis in reverse, all the rooms were small, including both sitting rooms (two ??) No way would this place be any use as a B&B, but it was useful to see a different type of dwelling and more of the beautiful country side.


We left our guide fumbling with her car keys, ( I shouldn't be to harsh, she was very sweet and perhaps it just wasn't her day), and went off in search of lunch. I can say the town of Bourbriac is very nice We parked in the town square, free again, just in time to see the last market stall packing up. Found yet another pizza bar run by another very entertaining guy, and enjoyed some great food, great coffee (and tea) and a little light banter with the host.

So to the afternoon.......................