It was 13 years ago in September that we tentatively thought of moving to France. We sat at the bar in the main street in St.Antonin Noble Val, with conkers pinging all around us as they fell from the trees lining the street. We were discussing an old Presbytere we had just seen and liked. A couple of days earlier we had received a phone call to tell us our home in Henley on Thames had sold for the price we were asking in the first week of being put up for sale.
As we lunched, at the next table sat Charles Smallwood who asked how the morning had gone for us. We told him we liked the Presbytere and with what I recall a smug expresion he said that would be a good choice. I suspect over the years he has had many such smug expressions as he seems to be the biggest seller of houses in the region. To be fair he does work hard at it.
Today we had a sense of deja vu sitting this time in the Gazpacho a couple of doors up from the bar, but with the same trees and conkers falling, we recalled our first tingles of excitement at possibly planning a new life.
Malc sensibly wanted us to wait till we were home before we made final decision, and so about a week later after running through the pros and cons we decided to go ahead. The immobilier signed the first act on our behalf and the rest is history.
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