|One Of These Days
||[May. 22nd, 2015|09:40 am]
Now that the house in Oldham is all but sold we're thinking more seriously about buying a place in Hastings. We visited a couple of estate agents yesterday to find out what they had on offer. "How much do you have to spend?" They asked. We named what we thought a modest sum- and they proceeded to show us properties that were considerably larger and grander than we want. "No," we kept saying, "Fewer rooms. Less of a garden."|
In conclusion: Hastings is cheap.
What we really, really want is the ground floor of an early 19th century town house with a view of the sea. I was thinking that would be out of our price range, but it appears not. "You'd like really modern?" the salesman said- because I suppose that's what his elderly clients mostly demand. And we couldn't get it through to him that we wanted old, we wanted characterful, we wanted a front door through which coffins have passed.
There's a cafe just across the road from the beach where we had afternoon tea last time we were in town. This time we had lunch. The proprietor grilled me a couple of fresh mackerel (heads still attached) and served them on a bed of salsa. How splendid to live in a town with a fishing fleet!