When Lee started his new job, I knew there'd be two
holiday-related disadvantages: 1) we'd have less money to spend on holidays;
and 2) we'd have less time to actually go on holiday. What I didn't expect, however, was limitations on those six weeks. Unfortunately, due to the fact that Lee is
working on a project, timing is crucial, and he was told he wasn't allowed any
leave in the months leading up to the system going live. Even worse, the
goalposts have been constantly moving since he started. Initially, he was told no leave in
January, February or March. This wasn't too bad - it meant we couldn't go away
in February half-term but it still left us the Easter holidays and May
half-term. Then it was changed - no leave in March, April or May. Well, May was
too late, as we'd already booked something for half-term. But this meant we
couldn't go anywhere in the Easter holidays. It gave us back February
half-term, of course - but by this point, it was already February and a bit
late to book anything. We managed one day's leave and a night in London (see London - a budget-break blog). Then
the goalposts moved yet again - no leave in May, June or July. This gave us
back the (preferred) opportunity to go away at Easter, rather than throw away
the leave altogether - but it was less than two weeks until the Easter
holidays...
This is how we found ourselves, with ten days to go,
trying desperately to book a cottage in France. Initially I was looking in the
UK. I remembered the extremely cheap Welsh cottage (Don't judge a book - or a house - by its cover) that we stayed in last year
(because that's another thing - we haven't actually got any money for a
holiday), and had a look to see if it was available. It wasn't. Then I thought
about Travelodges - we stayed in one for £25 a night a couple of years back.
Sadly, I couldn't find any for less than £35 a night - still cheap, of course,
but when you add on breakfasts and dinners out, it becomes rather less budget.
Then Lee reminded me we had some ferry vouchers to use (one of the perks of
being part of a winning quiz team!) so we started looking at France. And that's
where it got more complicated...
I scanned rental websites, initially looking at the Nord
Pas de Calais region - we didn't want to spend too long travelling if we were
only going for a few days. There wasn't a lot that was big enough and cheap
enough, and what there was wasn't overly appealing. I extended my search to
Normandy and Belgium and finally found something. It was a pretty little
cottage in Normandy, with beautiful gardens, and it was just £37 a night. I
clicked on 'make an enquiry' and, in my best French, asked if we could book the
cottage for our chosen dates.
On the plus side, booking last-minute means you may get a
bargain. On the downside, there is less available. Another downside, which we
hadn't considered, is the difficulty in paying. Hotels are easy - you book and
pay online, then and there, and it's all sorted. Cottages, however, are less
straightforward - you normally pay a deposit in advance and the balance nearer
the time. You also usually need a damage deposit. When we've booked cottages in
the UK in the past, we've always paid by cheque. I wracked my brains, trying to
remember what we've done when we've hired cottages in France before. Hopefully,
the owner of the cottage would soon reply and tell us what we needed to do.
She replied early the next morning. The cottage was
available. We could pay in cash on arrival. Perfect. We would also need to pay
the deposit in cash (Euros), which she'd return on departure. Not so perfect -
it would be a struggle getting hold of €250, even if we were going to get it
back, plus we would lose on exchange fees changing it up and changing it back
again. Still, it wasn't as if our English chequebook would be valid, so it was
fair enough. She also asked to see a copy of our holiday insurance certificate.
I thought this was a little odd. I've never been asked
for an insurance certificate before when renting a cottage. I replied that I
was confused - we have travel insurance through our bank, but it covers us for
accidents, missed flights, etc. Why did she want to see it? She replied that we
needed civil liability insurance to cover the property and her neighbours in
case we caused any damage or harm. You must remember, at this point, that our
conversations were in French. Hey, I got an A at French GCSE and can order
lunch with the best of them, but this was getting beyond my capabilities. I
didn't understand the concept, let alone the French - surely it was up to her
to insure her property and not us? Lee and I read through the emails and
suddenly it clicked - if we had insurance, we didn't have to worry about the
deposit. I emailed her back and asked if I had interpreted correctly.
Apparently, I hadn't.
At this point, I started researching whether this was
usual (it didn't seem to be), and called in the help of a couple of French
friends. They confirmed that she wanted a certificate of civil liability in
addition to a deposit. I didn't want to pay for insurance on top of the rental,
but thought I'd check through my travel insurance policy just in case. And
there it was: third party liability. They would pay up to £2 million for damage
or injury caused to property or persons by me. Perfect. This was what she
wanted. I'd never been asked for it before, but it was obviously a standard
part of holiday insurance and she just wanted to check we were covered in case
we burned the house down or murdered her neighbours. Relieved that I'd finally
gotten to the bottom of it and we could get on with looking forward to the
holiday, I attached our policy summary to my next email and started researching
the area. Then she emailed back. No, that wasn't sufficient. She wanted to see
a certificate with my name on it, stating that I was covered for a stay at her
particular property for the relevant travel dates, as well as my birth
certificate, wedding photos, A-level results and a letter from my mother.
Needless to say I was fed up by this point. I emailed to say we didn't have such a certificate and that we would have to cancel the booking, She didn't even reply. This left us with just eight days until our ferry left from Dover (I posted the ferry vouchers on the Tuesday afternoon and had a confirmation email Wednesday morning - can't fault P&O for efficiency!). At this rate we were going to be sleeping in the car.
I started scrolling back through the original rental website, as well as lots of others. The problem now, in addition to finding the perfect cottage with availability in a week's time, was finding somewhere we could actually book quickly. We didn't want to enquire and then wait for the owner to get back to us. We didn't want to email back and forth about insurance certificates and payments. We wanted to book and pay instantly and know it was all sorted out. I soon noticed on the HomeAway page that some properties had a 'book now' button rather than an 'enquire now' button. You could book and pay online, with no worries about changing up money or bloody insurance certificates. This was what we wanted. We eventually found the perfect property with a 'book now' button. It only had one bedroom, so Lee & I would be on the sofa bed in the lounge, but it was part of a château and in a perfect location - and it was cheap. I clicked 'book now' and input our details. I was a little concerned that it only wanted a deposit for the payment - it looked like we'd still have to pay the balance and the damage deposit in cash on arrival. Still, it all looked more straightforward than the last cottage. I clicked 'enter'. 'Thank you for your booking,' it told me. 'The owner now has 24 hours in which to accept or reject the booking.' What??? I thought we'd booked! I thought we were safe! I went to bed crossing my fingers. I woke up in the morning and checked my messages straight away, hoping to find a confirmation. Nothing. Twenty-four hours and sixteen minutes (not that I was counting) after we submitted the booking, I got an email. 'We are sorry, we have not been able to obtain confirmation from the owner, so your booking has been cancelled.' Noooooo!!!! This time the following week, we would be in France. With nowhere to stay.
We decided to try a different tack: Airbnb. We'd never used it before, but we knew people who had, all successfully. Time to branch out. We decided to look a little closer to home again in Nord Pas de Calais. We looked through a few - not only did we want the perfect, AVAILABLE house, but we also wanted one with a few reviews. I know everyone has to start somewhere and I'm all for giving people a chance, but maybe not the first time we use Airbnb and maybe not with less than a week to go. We finally found somewhere. 'Book it, quick!' I said to Lee. He pressed 'book'. 'What? It needs a photo!' he wailed. 'That's to make it a bit more personal,' I replied. 'Come on!' 'I'll do it in the morning,' he said, and went to bed. Needless to say, I didn't have the best night's sleep - six days and counting...
The following morning when I got up, Lee had submitted a photo. Apparently, he'd had a few goes at taking a selfie and actually managed one that didn't make him look like a serial killer - I hoped this would bode well for our reservation being accepted. He clicked 'book'. 'The owner has 24 hours... blah, blah, blah...' We'd been here before. This whole stupid idea was beginning to feel doomed (well, okay, it had felt doomed since the first email about insurance). On the plus side, we could pay for it all in one go and there was no damage deposit to worry about - making it extra important for Lee to look trustworthy in his photo!
I spent the rest of the day on tenterhooks. Every time Lee's phone buzzed, I asked 'Is it them?' We spent the afternoon in Folkestone, and I was constantly looking out over the sea wondering whether or not we'd actually be in France this time the following week. Finally, we got the email. Booking accepted. Phew! Now all we had to worry about was catching the ferry, finding the apartment and hoping the owner wasn't a serial killer. Hopefully this time next week, I'll be enjoying our French apartment, planning a blog about the advantages of Airbnb.
Incidentally, I received an email this morning from the owner of the château apartment. It wasn't available. Er, yeah - a bit late if it had been! Funnily enough, I haven't heard anything more from the owner of the original cottage, but I wish her luck with her civil liability insurance. Still wondering if it's standard practice for some people or if she just didn't like the sound of us - and that was without having seen Lee's psychopath selfie...