I loved the cottage, it was quaint and clean and sweet smelling. Everything had been thought out so well and there was nothing I was short of. The position, too, was perfect, a couple of minutes to the High Street and shops in one direction and a couple of minutes to the sea in the other.
My one concern was the fact that, after a four and a half hour journey, I then had to go to collect the keys to the property. This meant finding a car park, parking up, collecting the keys and other information, back to the car park and then locating the cottage. I wonder if there is a valid reason for not having a key safe?
Sadly, through no fault of anyone but myself, I had a fall as soon as I arrived at the cottage and broke a metacarpal, then on Sunday, walking along the beach I landed very heavily on my right foot, and broke the top of my right tibia, meaning I had to be fetched home. Sad end.