1:1 So This is Henford-on-Bagley

Benjamin stepped off the bus into the heart of beautiful Henford-on-Bagley.  What a beautiful place. Rich sandstone homes and a traditional village centre like something out of a Charles Dickens' novel.  

The cobbled streets and equally quaint houses.... Although... these houses were huge!  Benjamin knew he had hit the jackpot here.  He looked eagerly a the paper in his hand and glanced at the road signs.  Following the directions he walked through the town admiring the buildings and could only imagine what his property would look like.  When he had inherited the money from his Aunt he had remembered feeling so overwhelmed with excitement.  He had been on the very brink of the abyss looking down and holding a big rock. The money's appearance was perfect timing.
  

A fresh start.  A new life, without all the drama of the past.  He turned the corner and found himself in Bluebell Terrace.  In front of him was the most beautiful home he had ever seen.  It must be five or six bedrooms!  The garden was a little lacking but that was fine.  He'd have no time for gardening, with all the parties he would be able to throw.  He stood in front of the door staring upwards at the amazing brickwork and ornate carving in the eaves.  

While he stared skyward the front door opened.

"Can I help you?" the man asked gently, but with suspicion in his voice.   Benjamin looked he momentarily before deciding this must be the estate agent come to meet him.

"Hi, I am Benjamin Corrigan... I the new owner." he stepped forward an offered his hand.  The man took it slowly and chook it warmly but his expression turned to confusion.

"I think there must have been some mistake.  This is my house and I can assure you that it is not for sale."  

It was Benjamin's turn to look confused.  He regained himself long enough to pull the paper from his pocket.  He looked at it again.  1 Bluebell Terrace.  He read the address to the man who smiled, almost relieved.

"Ah.. One.  This is two." He points over Benjamin's shoulder, "That's 1." 

Benjamin turns and looks across the street.

"Thank you." he stumbles over the words, as he takes in number one.  The man, his new neighbour, gives a cheery good bye and excuses himself back into his home, the door making a click as it closes.

$20,000 simoleons doesn't buy much in Henford-on-Bagley it seems.

Benjamin had been so excited at the thought of his new start, but the desolate lot in front of him did, he had to admit, take the edge off his enthusiasm.  The listing had, over kindly, described the lot as 'with potential'.  

But Benjamin began to realise that there was no substitute for actually visiting the place before parting with your cash.