I couldn’t be that mean

One of the (many) great things about the internet age is the staggering ease with which you can research all about a planned purchase before you part with your hard earned cash. And a great part of that, perhaps the most influential part, is customer reviews.

Now I’m not a great writer of reviews myself but like most people I do take a lot of note of what other people have to say about the company or product I’m interested in. Amazon reviews for electronic products for instance are a prime example. Another would be Tripadvisor for hotels and restaurants, which again I refer to regularly.

But a recent experience got me thinking.

I was viewing a property and needed to stay overnight in the local area. As it was close to the end of the school summer holidays and I’d left it late to book something, literally all I could find available was a room in a very expensive hotel or a room in a fairly modest B&B. The cost difference was more than £100 for the night so I thought I’d plump for the B&B. Its website was a bit minimal and no photos, only a couple of Tripadvisor reviews, but they were 3 and 4 star so I felt it would probably be all right.

My wife and I turned up mid evening, sun still shining, it looked OK from the outside, nice and central to the town and we were greeted pleasantly by the owner and shown to our room.

It was stunning – but not in a good way.

Being charitable, it probably needed a complete refurbishment 20 years ago. I’ve never seen let alone stayed in such a dismally tired room. Clean I guess, but hard to tell because it was so tatty – and musty. Not so much retro-chic as your grandmother’s sadly neglected and unloved spare bedroom. We left our bags in the room and went into town to get something to eat, taking our time as neither of us were looking forward to going back to the room. Just thinking about it made us miserable for the whole evening.

Anyway, we spent the night, not a very comfortable one, had a pretty decent breakfast, paid and left. Nice owners, terrible room and not good value.

Which brings me to my point. The experience was so bad that it was enough to spur me to write a Tripadviser review – something I’d never done before. Except that I didn’t. Because, frankly, if I’d left a review spelling out the awfulness of the place, that would sit there with their other two reviews and would probably severely harm their business and hence their living. And I couldn’t do that to them. Had they deceived me by saying it was luxurious when it wasn’t, or cheated me in some other way then I probably would have left a review. But they hadn’t. How they had achieved two fairly positive reviews in the past I don’t know but we did hear two other guests talking together over breakfast who seemed very happy with the place. Just us then or just our room? Who knows.

Head or heart?

As my search for a new home and business continues I’ve been thinking about past and present homes. As an adult I’ve lived in eight houses, all good properties and all very different, but some felt like home and some didn’t.

Why is that? I don’t think it’s down to size or appearance, location or neighbours, though those things must play a part. Somehow, a house has to feel right before it can feel like a home. If I think back, each house I’ve loved as a home felt special as soon as I first walked through the door; the others, though great houses, just felt, well, great. And I don’t think that’s enough.

In recent weeks I’ve looked at three properties in my search for a new home and business. One wasn’t right but the other two were really nice. If I did a paper exercise one of them would win hands down – better condition, better price and so on. But it didn’t feel “special” and the other did.

So, try as I might to be businesslike and rational, in the end when I find the right property, I think it will be the heart that rules.

From the beginning

Well you’ve found it and you’re reading it, so I guess I’d better explain. Yes, I know the blog has a cheesy, cliché title, but that’s what someone said when I told them my plans, and it made me smile. So I’m going with it.

There are clues in the blog title and the website/domain name. Something to do with holidays, cottages, the West Country, running away, lifestyle you say? I know what you’re thinking – that sounds dull – I’ll find something more interesting.

Can’t say I blame you but stick around for a little while longer and I’ll fill in the gaps.

Here’s the background:

After 20 years in the big corporate world and the last 10 years running my own business (with big corporates as clients) I’ve decided to step away from the horrors of that world and enter the unknown; I’m buying a property in the West Country which has a house to live in and some cottages attached to rent out to holidaymakers.

I’m right at the start of the process and avidly reading all I can about that sort of business, greatly helped I must say by a really good resource called Lay My Hat. I know roughly where I want to buy and what sort of property I’m looking for. Now all I need to do is find it.

Over the coming months I’ll update this blog from time to time with things that I’ve found interesting or amusing. I hope you’ll enjoy it.

 

Oh yes, nearly forgot about the website that this blog is attached to. Nothing much to see there as I write this but eventually it will become the website for the new business. Over the coming weeks I’ll be putting together generic (but useful I hope) content about the area I’m planning to buy in and live in. Then it will grow from there.