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Sometime in the early ’90s, our neighbours, the Swifts, built a house at Kairon Plage, near Granville in Normandy. We visited them there in our caravan and it soon became a very pleasurable routine. We would take the caravan over druing the February half-term, leave it behind their house and then return for each of the school holidays, usually taking it out into wider France but always spending some time with them, on site. We became attached to the area and started to think about buying somewhere. This was not as easy as it might seem. For instance, Estate Agents would not tell you where a house was, for fear that you would do a deal behind their back. When you asked for a visit they would not be available until after the end of your holiday, etc.. This went on for many years by which time house prices had almost doubled …<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Eventually Maggie decided that this must be resolved. I was sent over the week before the October half-term in 2005 with instructions to tee up all the necessary visits in time for her arrival. “We are going to buy a house this time!” she said. At the first agents I approached I fell lucky: “You must speak to Monsieur Gary” they said. Gary was English and totally practical. He printed off details of 20 houses and gave directions for locating them. As you might expect, a drive-by got rid of most of them but there was one I could not find. With a little more help I discovered it and immediately knew it was right. <\/p>\n\n\n\n