This weekend we had the pleasure of visiting department 87 Haute Vienne again to re-view our house-to-be, and to attend to the bigger issue of signing the compromis de vente. The purchase of a house in France is very different from that of the UK, and from our experience so far, much more satisfying.
On Friday we headed over from Bristol to Limoges on a budget Ryanair flight costing the princely sum of £9.99 for a single. Given that the price of a ticket for the bus to the airport has gone up to £4.50 single, and decreased frequency of buses to once every 30 minutes (First Bus sticking one last knife in before we escape…) this seemed like a bit of a bargain. This time our flight from Bristol was uneventful, and after a game of musical chairs with the people sat next to us on the flight, we even managed to sit together (Ryanair charge around £6.99 for the pleasure of being seated with your travelling companion, and we can live without each other for 1 hour and 15 minutes…) but our neighbours couldn’t, and so we benefitted.
We chose to stay at a yoga retreat in Sussac this weekend where we met some fantastic Brits who have already started their French adventure. After welcoming us in and a brilliant dinner with our hosts we slept soundly knowing that we would have the whole of Sunday with NO JOBS. Can you imagine? The list of jobs in the UK is as long as your arm. For example – sell the sofa, sell the fridge, buy a new bigger car that can fit the cats in, sell the insensible car, get a French bank account, close down the business etc. We have so many jobs we have a shared Trello board. I kid you not. So with our job-free-Sunday, we decided to explore the area in our hire car and visited the enormous Lac de Vassiviere on the border of Haute Vienne and Creuse. Being eternal optimists we had not bargained on this weekend being the weekend that the French winter would begin, so we were suitably admonished by the freezing cold for being coat-less but had a great day out which included visiting a traditional monthly market in La Croisille Sur Briance (pictures over on Instagram).
Monday was crunch day and the reason for our visit. We spent the morning visiting The House again and decided on all the things that the vendor would take or sell. Since we have aspirations to start a business as brocanteurs together once we arrive, we decided that most everything could stay if the vendor can’t be bothered to take things, and made a note of a few things to ask the estate agent about once we returned to the UK and have the facilities of Google Translate. We have been having all of our visits and communication with our agent in French, so this has really been testing my abilities, but we manage and anything that isn’t understood we iron out over email.
This post has become way more full than I intended so I shall close here and continue again tomorrow with details of our encounter with the notaire – and that’s where it gets spendy…