A soot-black stone front.

I was stood on the pavement looking straight up. The stone has gone black with a hundred years of soot, and nobody has cleaned it, which I rather like.

There’s a deep cornice along the top, two tall sashes, a hood over the front door and ivy slowly taking over one side.

Every building I view gets drawn, whether we end up buying it or not. I give the area and never the address.

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