House on the hill.

It all started like a David Vincent-style story: getting lost at dusk on a deserted road, hundreds of miles from home, looking for a house which I never found, ending up in a posh leafy borough and spotting an old sign on a gate, "for sale". I learned later that the sign wasn't that old as the owner said he had put it up only two days before. I gave him a ring the following evening saying he could put it down...