I guess so NotSpaghetti and our experience was similar when we moved to Edinburgh from Kent in 1975.
My job was to scour the property pages of the Thursday Scotsman sent to us and DH,
who had grown up in Edinburgh, would narrow the search, until we found one which was in the same street as his grandmother. We asked her to view it with his aunt. They approved so we put in an offer and it was ours.
On seeing it for the first time we were both rather shocked but we were happy there for 5 years until we found this one.....
We had only had one weekend here to house hunt and hadn't bid enough on a house we had really liked .
Strictly 2026- Remembering Sparklefizz.
