The front door of our flat was boarded up, and through the windows you could just see that all our belongings had been removed. So it was true. We were moving out of town into an old farm house, the inside of which we had never seen.
The particulars said that the house was in good decorative order, and it did look nice from the photograph, but I worried about the proximity of fields and agricultural smells.
When TPR got lost driving to our new place, insisting that the only way to reach it was to dump the car and walk across a hay field, I very much regretted leaving the city centre.