The Day the Dream Died

This evening Josh and I were taking a walk along the prom. We paused, as we often do, to look in the window of the estate agents near our flat and to point out houses that we like the look of.
My eyes were drawn to one cottage in particular, and Josh pointed it out at the same time.

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And then we realised.

It was the dream house.

The dream house that we first found nestled high up in a wooden valley, surrounded by stunning natural beauty. I blogged about it in 2008. We were in love.

The dream house which we somehow continued to find our way back to, even though it was all boarded up. We even looked up on the housing register to find out who lived there, but apparently they didn’t want to sell it because it was a family house.

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But not for long it seems. Now it’s for sale…and it sounds even more amazing now we know the full layout. (You can see the full specification here.)

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So, today the dream dies. Even though I knew we were not really ever going to able to afford it we assumed – because it was boarded up- that it was going to be in a pretty poor state, and we didn’t realise how much land came with the property.
I jokingly blogged in 2009 that the owners might want to sell it to us for 20p, but it seems that they’re looking for £244,999.80 more than that.

 I don’t think that my volunteer salary can quite stretch to that. Sad times.


  1. Ooh. So sorry.
    I remember your last post about this house.
    And you're right: this house is amazing!!
    But unfortunately, too expensive...
    Maybe in the future you'll find a cheaper dream house :)

  2. Ah that's a real shame. Really is a lovely house but yes I guess it is a little pricey for you both at the moment... :-(

  3. Sad times!! It's a shame that dreams don't seem to work out that often! All part of life's rich tapestry! I do hope that you get sorted sono and have agr8 time in Shetland- Still waiting to hear what these wildlife sights you have seen recently were!

  4. Just because you can't afford it now doesn't mean you won't be able to in another 20 years - it could still be the dream house - just not yet!

  5. Aaahh. I have had a dream house, too, and know just how you feel. This one is in an amazing situation too, and you sound just the sort of people to appreciate living there.

    I have learnt the hard way, however, that lovely houses do not of themselves make happy homes. The home can be happy wherever you both are.

  6. Sometimes with dreams its better not to know the reality. If I win the lottery anytime soon I'll buy it...and gloat. Or I might let you live there. Depends how nice I'm feeling.