Under The Thatch are a not for profit organisation, with all the ££ for the rental of the properties going towards preserving other old beauties. I quote: "We're here not only to sell you a holiday but also to ensure that traditional and derelict buildings find new uses, and that the local economy benefits from our trade."
And trust me, as the boy is from Jersey he is massively NOT into the deserted holiday home (abandoned all winter, screaming all summer), these places are not devoid of people visiting. They are packed out all year round.
The one he picked had all the attributes of a mini break dream: built in the 1750s; thatched roof; wood burning stove; bath with feet; shutter windows; massive doors leading to garden/the hills; Le Creuset pans and cabin bed. Rustic. Charm.
I will whack in a couple of pictures, because I am aware that this is sick, and no one wants to read me harking on about my weekend away. So here it is:
It was a beauty.
So this morning, I thought I should check out some 'gifts for him' on the internet before I patrol the streets and end up in his favourite beaten up bookstore. I went to Liberty's (the ultimate Christmas zone) and the first page of 'Gifts for Him' showed me THESE TWO: Contained and liquidated 'French Lover' and 100ml of 'Fantastic Man'. £125 of NO. Too far? OUI!... I wonder who will get one/both of these in their stocking?