The Old Hack

The strains of McCartney's 'Long and Winding Road' fill my head today as I take stock of the fact that at the third attempt we have finally managed to sell our house in England.  It most certainly has been a very long and winding road, what with house buyers pulling out, cars getting wrecked and Mrs Old Hack heading for a nervous breakdown.  But here we are.  New car (The Xantia was written off for a paltry sum, which I may blog about later once we have changed insurance companies!) and thanks to a lovely guy called Johnny from North London, we are now in possession of an old but (we hope) reliable Mercedes saloon, which should get us to our destination and may even be saleable in the not too distant future.

We've found a place to rent for about half what we would pay here in London, and we're booked on the Portsmouth to Le Havre overnight ferry this time next week!  Property buying is more straightforward in France, and it is not easy to get out of a deal once it has been agreed.  We shall therefore be looking closely at what's on offer before jumping in with both feet - but I have to say that all the properties we have already lined up to see look fantastic.

I'm hoping I can soon re-name this page 'Moved to France' or something similar.  Meanwhile it's back to the long and winding road. I will keep you posted.