Selling sunset in soft West Cork climes: estate agent Maeve McCarthy reflects on 20 years of highs and lows
Every cloud has a silver, gold, or just a wet lining? West Cork's Beara at dusk. File Picture: Denis Scannell
IT was a Saturday afternoon, I was in the job a wet week, and I was showing a house somewhere in West Cork. The vendor had forgotten to mention to their twenty-something son that a viewing was scheduled. I opened a bedroom door to find a large lump of a lad fast asleep under the covers, just as a group of viewers came in behind me. He pulled the duvet over his head, I backed out, closed the door, and said the room was not available to view. To this day, when vendors ask me if they should bake bread or have coffee brewing before a viewing, I always think of that incident and feel like saying that just getting everyone up and out of the house is a great start.
