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“It is 1951 When I was about fifteen years younger and sohter We won the county cup that year, for the first and, I’h we did reach the semi-finals last year”

Ti a house in the area, ould you suggest I deal with?”

“There’s only one half-decent estate agent in town Charlie Watkins, h Street, can’t miss it”

“Then I’ll go and have a chat with Mr Watkins, and come back for a bite of lunch”

“Dish of the day is steak and kidney pie,” said the publican, patting his stomach

“I’ll see you later,” said Seb after he’d downed his drink

It wasn’t difficult to find the High Street, or to spot Watkins Estate Agency with its gaudy sign flapping in the breeze Seb took so the properties for sale in theThe prices seee from seven hundred pounds to twelve thousand, so hoas it possible for anything in the area to be worth one point six million?

He opened the front door to the sound of a jangling bell and as he stepped inside a young man looked up from behind his desk

“Is Mr Watkins around?” asked Seb

“He’s with a custo,” he added as a door behind him opened and two men walked out

“I’ll have the paperwork coe for the deposit to be lodged with your solicitor, that should help ,” the elder of the two men said as he opened the door for his customer

“This gentle man behind the desk

“Goodout his hand “Come into my office” He opened the door and ushered his potential client through

Seb walked into a small room that boasted a partner’s desk and three chairs On the walls were photographs of past triu SOLD Seb’s eyes settled on a large property with several acres He needed Watkins to quickly work out which end of the market he was interested in A warent’s face

“Is that the type of property you’re looking for?”