A cautionary tale.
A friend has been trying to sell her Victorian cottage for nearly a year. It has been beautifully restored and is a gem, but is on 3 floors with steep stairs, is terraced with no real parking space (village lane, so parking is OK still but on-road) , has a long thin garden which can only be accessed through the house or via a right of way across her next door neighbour's garden, basically not ideal for a young family, anyone getting on a bit or anybody with a swanky car who wants off road parking. Oh and it is virtually opposite the village pub which might be ideal for some, but wouldn't suit everybody. So not easy to sell. Because she hadn't found a house to buy she was very relaxed about it, chose a cheap agent (useless) moved to a more upmarket agent as soon as she was free to and the house was very well marketed.
She had a firm offer 6 months ago but because she hadn't found a house in her new area, shilly-shallied(IMO) and telling me she knew what she was doing, having "moved 4 times in 15 years" , blah, blah, ignoring my cynical advice to accept, sell, put her furniture into store and rent in the area where' she is looking. Her buyers were prepared to wait, but being teachers moving into the area, really wanted to be in during the summer holidays. Then about 6 weeks ago one of the neighbouring cottages, which was rather run down was sold at a knock down price,, scaffolding went up and work has started on the exterior. Apparently without planning permission or building regs, it has stopped and started, Windows have been left boarded up, the noise when they are working is unbearable and unsurprisingly her buyers have disappeared over the horizon.
She has tried dropping the price, but nobody wants to know when they realise the wrangling that is going on over planning permission, when they see the state of next door and realise what they might be in for.
Being kind (?) I have zipped my lip, but so often thought "I told you so".