Beyond that place there be dragons
I always knew dad didn’t really want me to be a farmer.
64 years ago I came into this world, born at home in our little farmhouse on Swineham Moor near the tiny, and extremely rural, village of Knowstone in deepest Devon.
It was a cold, February morning, there was a thick covering of snow on the ground and soon after my arrival mum had a good, but doubtless unwanted, view out the window of dad emptying out the vivid, crimson contents of a white enamel bucket in the adjoining field. Things may have changed nowadays but farmers back then were indelicate sorts.
I have to say I’ve never really taken to the term hybrid when applied to estate agency. Merging any two things together can somehow imply that you’re getting some form of compromise that isn’t perhaps as good as either one in its dedicated form. Another way of looking at it though is to imagine that you’re stripping out the worst of those two things and making something new that combines the best features of both. Whichever way you look at