A MODEST house with a large garden came on the market recently, near where I live in the Borders. Set among rolling fields, it looked so desirable, a friend bought a fistful of Euro lottery tickets in the hope of being able to swoop on it. Her splurge came to nothing, but in the meantime the estate agent informed her there had been over 50 viewings in a matter of days, and several notes of interest. Not surprisingly, it was gone in the blink of an eye. Another win for the property market, another disappointment for would-be buyers, desperately seeking a place in the country.