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NEW Lake Record caught on 26th. April 2017 at 76lb 15oz
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More detail was needed to ensure that what we were thinking wasn’t just a pipedream that would prove to be unobtainable. We telephoned every estate agent that we could find in “French property news” and “Living France” and we began to receive literally hundreds of property details through our letter box.
We sifted through these to remove any with a small pond or just river frontage. It amazed me how estate agents send you everything they’ve got even though it bears absolutely no resemblance to the type of property that you have requested.
Anyway, the reams of paper were thinned down until we were convinced that our dream could be achieved. But then came the time to break the news to our daughters and our parents.
Our kids were brilliant. All our three daughters were married and settled into their own homes and all of them agreed that we should go for it, painting images of long Summer family holidays together.
My youngest daughter Sharon, even suggested that we may need some help with renovations etc. and that she and her husband would be prepared to move to France to help once we had settled in.
Next came the visits to our parents. Jan’s Mum and Dad lived near Dover in Kent, where both Jan and I were born and, indeed, where we met on 17th October 1966 on a blind date arranged by my cousin.
A trip before Christmas, to break the news, was met with muted encouragement tinged with us feeling that they didn’t really believe that we were daft enough to carry out our plans.
Jan’s brother and sister were fully behind us so that just left me to face my mum. Being an only child I knew that this may be tricky.
Dad had died in November 1997 after suffering for five years following a smoking related stroke which had left him severely handicapped and wheelchair bound.
Shortly before he died we had moved them to Bicester to be able to see more of them and to help where possible. Now we were suggesting that we would be moving to another country and we may as well be going to the moon.
Mum actually accepted the idea reasonably well and we asked her to consider whether she would be prepared to move to France with us.
This she promised to do and our life briefly returned to as close to normal as our life has ever been.
I use the word briefly because two days before Christmas 2000 Mum was told that the cancer, for which she had received treatment in 1998, had returned with a vengeance and she now also had a secondary spread to her lungs for which there was no further treatment.
Happy Christmas? Obviously she came everywhere with us over Christmas and our plans, in fact out entire lives, were put on hold until we discovered what was to happen next.
In fact, what happened next was the most stressful couple of months of my entire fifty two years.
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