In 1971 we bought our three bed semi for £5,000 after saving £500 deposit, while living with our three small children in a council house.
It was on the borders of South London and Kent, just round the corner from the school where I was teaching at the time and near both sets of grandparents for visits and baby sitting, and handy for my husband's train commute to London. Perfect.
Six months later my 30 year old husband, my childhood sweetheart, was killed in a car crash.
I received offers from estate agents who obviously spent their time reading the obituaries. Within the year I sold for £13,000 and moved my little family, and the cat, to the seaside in Devon to start again. I had never been to Devon and thank goodness it was all I had hoped for, clean air, nice people. I bought a house for £8,000 cash and sold a year after that for £13,000. My children grew up playing on the beach and swimming in the sea.
Those were really mad times in property. If I had known anything about money I would have kept all my houses over the years and would now be a multi millionaire. Hindsight is a wonderful thing.