When we finally made the decision to scrap our efforts toward the grey house and pursue this one, we thought for sure it would no longer be on the market. Turns out maybe it was meant to be ours. At least one previous offer had fallen through because the buyers wanted the sellers to fix all sorts of things, one of which was to tear off and replace the perfectly functional slate roof. I know, I know, it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up too. Other offers had not gotten any further than the negotiation stage--the sellers had a definite idea as to the types of buyers they wanted for their family home, and why not? It's gorgeous, and they wanted to make sure that it stays that way!
So I called the realtor, sure she'd tell me it was officially off the market. Instead, she mentions that the offer that had been on it had fallen through that very morning. Coincidence? We think not. We asked if we could see it again, and decided that if we still had the same good feelings about it we'd make an offer.