I remember back in the early 90's when I was house hunting in Devon. Of course this was pre internet. So house details came through the post.
One cottage, or to be precise a pair of cottages struck us as being sutiable.
We made arrangements to view, and drove down from London. The keys were left at a local pub for us. The landlord said little but had a slight smirk on his face.
The cottages were down a little lane, miles from anywhere. Perfect. My first impressions were good. They were set in a little dip surrounded by trees and a little forest.
We did not have time to go inside, when a truly LOUD noise arrived. We looked up and saw a huge American bomber decend. I thought it was crashing as it was so low. Moments later before we had the chance to talk to each other ( it was that loud ) a F15 fighter jet took off. Yep, a runway.
We walked up through the forest and to a perimiter fence. We gazed upon row upon row of fighter jets and bombers. It was at the start or Iraq war 1.
If I could have got close to the estate agent who wasted my day , and a few hundred miles of fuel, I swear I would be writing this post now from prison.
Anyone have stories to share ?
Kevin