WHEN I draw from memory, I always reach for a terra-cotta crayon to add colour to
a roof but these old rosemary tiles which probably, like our neighbour’s house, date
from the late 1930s, are, overall, a much cooler, duller shade and the staining below
the lead flashing of the chimney is a purplish black with something akin to the lichen-like
watercolour pigment opaque oxide of chromium below.
I thought these stretchy ‘bigfoot’ socks would be perfect but when I walk up Quarry
Hill they slough down into my trainers.