Okay, firstly, I want to thank everyone for their time and advice. I have to say, it was all 100% accurate. Let NO ONE ever doubt the wisdom of Mumsnet!! Think my husband, always the deepest of sceptics of this habit of mine, is now its most ardent fan.
Not sure I could have truly ever stayed away from this house, mind, but this is not your fault.
For those of you still with me on this (epic) journey, I wanted to tell you know it went.
Ely is fantastic - thanks for the Boathouse recommendation, they were lovely lovely and the food was great. So nice down by the river, I was getting great vibes for the area. Kings School - excellent feel about it, only the vaguest of doubts I'd get DD in, having not put her down on the waiting list at birth. Seemed like that sort of place.
It is completely true to say that the fit between My Spy Family and Manea would not have been a natural one. You were right - this area of the Fens...no no not for us. I was getting all excited when I realised we were going to see windmills, as saw many when visited the area around Ely last time, but they didn't seem to follow us into the area around Manea. Not picturesque. Just not. Just say no. No. (Watch - this post will now flush the Fen Fans out, having kept silent all the way through last wk!!)
However, it was the house that was the true shocker. After sending a hugely detailed email, equipped with a link from Google Earth (clearly a couple of years out of date) and orders to the E Agent tell me if the garden finished where we thought it did - no reply - we got there and of course the farmer selling it had hacked right the way back to within about twenty feet of the house. Seven bedroomed house, HUGE GINORMOUS field in back. "This is how much I am willing to share with you. The rest I plan to sell off to a haulage company/Barrett homes/the prison service." He had even gone so far as to put up a hideous fence, the first thing you saw through the windows out back, which would have to come down because it was a ridiculous height anyway. My oldest daughter would have been over it in a shot.
Internally, not only had there been some dodgy DIY going on, but the original builders must have been on something frankly. Secret stairways leading up to rooms which looked like they'd been aprt of the original house. Oddest of all - no hallways on the second floor. Just a load of interconnecting rooms. Then a third floor - which I think must have been added later, with the ceilings lowered on the floor below. I could go on and on. Needs £200k doing to it. Maybe more? Then you could find the leafy set of trees next door torn down to make way for said business venture. And driving a long, long way to decent schools.
DH and I were reflecting on which of the ex-farmhouse properties we'd seen over the years was taking the mick the most. On balance, it's probably not this one actually. SUpposedly the owner has had so much negative feedback over the last several months re the garden he's willing to negotiate but probably to let you pay more for part of the field. Who knows.
Our epic journey included continuing up the A1 to Yorkshire and the Moors. We're pooped. Caught up with some friends in DH's home town of York - had the same stories to tell about the different characters of the schools to tell that we have where we are in London...think we are overcoming a serious case of "wake up and realise the grass isn't always greener."
Until next time....x