The dream is over. In the company of great experience we toured the mid-century palace once more. This time the panelling details and lampshades and balconies could not compete with the vegetative chaos, the lack of solid surfaces and the basking presence of snapping turtles et al.
We shared a chilled beer on the river to digest the loss with the most damming question of the night ringing in our ears - "How much will they pay you to take it off their hands?"
