The Scene
After a financially and emotionally disastrous move to the Yorkshire Dales (think COVID, young family, and the dream of more space), it was time to move back down south and get on with life. Having spent 15 years in the mortgage industry—and being married to a ‘creative’ working in TV—we’d had our fair share of successful house purchases and renovations. However, against all gut instinct and logic, we pressed ahead and bought a new-build house at the height of the market in the middle of the Dales, hoping to start our idyllic family life—a big mistake. Reality hit, and we made the decision to return south to familiar territory and be closer to work.
After much research, we settled on the beautiful and convenient commuter town of St Albans (because nothing says ‘44 years old’ quite like good train links and access to the M25 and A1). The mission was simple: find a house in a great location for commuting to London, within an Ofsted ‘Excellent’ school catchment, and with local amenities but in desperate need of renovation. We needed something rundown with the potential to add value and recoup our financial losses from the Harrogate move. With the right funds (me) and the right vision (my husband), we got to work.
The Perfect Fixer-Upper
And then, we found it. A three-bed semi that had been in the same family for 47 years—and, by the looks of it, hadn’t been updated in just as long. The possibilities for adding value were endless: de-render the front, add two bedrooms in the loft, extend the side return, build out the back, and transform the garden.
As an experienced mortgage broker, I knew the importance of a survey, but every penny counted at this stage. I called around for quotes and, in an effort to save money, opted for a ‘diet’ version of a full structural survey. Since we were planning a full renovation—including the large home office at the bottom of the garden—all I needed to know was whether the house was structurally sound. After some negotiation, we agreed on a price for a very basic survey, which came back all clear. So, cue the endless trips to ‘Big Yellow’ for storage boxes, dismantling beds and wardrobes, and organising the removal lorries.
We first viewed the property in December, did a second viewing in January, and got the keys in September. Our trusted builder, Gino, got to work on day one, giving the property a full facelift—nothing major, just cosmetic changes. The family moved in six weeks later, happy and excited about our new life. So far, so good.
The Knotweed Discovery
Fast forward to a sunny March afternoon. Tea in hand, I stepped into the garden to assess the monstrosity of a home office the previous owner had erected at the bottom of the garden. As I contemplated whether we could make the eyesore work, I spotted something ominous—small, telltale shoots emerging from beneath the concrete base and through the lawn. Instantly, I knew what it was—Japanese Knotweed. Panic set in. My mind raced through the next steps: how to break the news to my husband, who to consult for advice, and whether I should reach for my laptop or a large glass of wine first.
Now, a year later, I’m in the process of suing my vendor—thankfully, with the backing of my excellent home insurer, Halifax. But I’m still stuck with an ugly outbuilding that’s slowly being devoured by an invasive plant species.
The Costly Mistake
During my brief to the surveyor, I had suggested he ignore the garden outbuilding to save money, since I knew we’d be demolishing it eventually. That decision was my downfall. Had I paid for the full structural survey and said nothing, the Knotweed would have been flagged, giving me the opportunity to renegotiate the price, pull out, or at least prepare for the battle ahead.
The Moral of the Story
There are several lessons here, but the main one is simple: always get a full survey when buying a period property—even if you’re planning extensive renovations. I made the mistake so you don’t have to.