Wouldn't it be nice

Drove up to Mintaro in the Clare Valley yesterday to check out a cottage on an acre of land. I was thinking the place would make a great weekender one day. Now obviously I don't have enough money to buy a weekender in the country right now, but Oliver the real estate agent didn't realise that. Or if he did, he decided to humour me. I felt kind of like George Costanza in that Seinfeld episode where he pretends to own a house in the Hamptons. I was just waiting for Oliver to call me a liar.

Anyway, it was amazing - 160 years old, with a giant main room, a few bedrooms, and a nice garden out the front.

The house fronted onto the main street in Mintaro, which is just beautiful - lots of great old trees and historic buildings, with cellar doors, a pub, a war memorial . . . if you took away the cars the place probably would have looked almost identical half a century ago.

Out back was vacant land - a few horses grazing in the next paddock over, an old schoolhouse on top of the hill - just an incredibly peaceful and relaxing outlook.

Unfortunately unless I come into $250,000 in the next week or so it looks like this place will remain a dream for me. Sure would be nice one day though.