Had some not-so-good news yesterday.
Negotiations for the extra land, which we thought were proceeding smoothly and amicably, have hit a few obstacles. The neighbour consortium that won the paddock at the auction think we're being too pushy. We thought we're just buying a bit that they don't want. And they somehow think we're the ones who made them pay £64k for it - we stopped at £47k, it was the tall, dark stranger that bid them up to the 60's. Oh dear, seems there's some patching up to do there. So we've backed off a bit to let things calm down. If they later want to sell us some land, then we'll reconsider it. In the meantime we'll concentrate on what we already (almost) own - the barn ...
... which the architect tells us has headroom problems, so he thinks we can't build what's been approved by the planners! Misan should be OK, but I might knock my head on the rafters, and her brothers would be able to step over them if they went upstairs. We're going to have to find some innovative solutions - doing a detailed survey of what's there now, lowering the ground floor inside the barn, raising the roof (which has to come off, anyway), going back with a new planning application, etc - all of which will delay starting on the conversion.
Meanwhile, Misan showed a prospective buyer round our house today, and if they decide to buy it they'd want to be in by Xmas. Anyone got a spare room, just for a few years ...?
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