Tile We Meet Again

Off on the bike today to Vauxhall. It’s only a couple of miles away, maybe less, but it represented the longest ride I have taken on my bike since smashing my wrist. I still have an exaggerated aversion to cars being anywhere near me, but slowly slowly, I hope my hours in the saddle will increase.

My mission was to return some of the tile samples I bought last week and to look at further possibilities. Nothing yells out to me, and to complicate things, I have three rather lovely hand made tiles by Sue Hoar I should like to include, but they are a dfferent size to any I have seen for sale.

Hand-made tiles by Sue Hoar

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Wall

The walls around our shared garden are Victorian, and were the walls of the steamworks and laundry that used to be on the site.

They’re beautiful, and are one of the things I like best about where I live.

Another Brick in the Wall

Our garden walls, which I love, were originally part of a nineteenth century steamworks and laundry. There is a patina of paint that is threatened at regular intervals by zealous residents who want to paint it all white. So far, that hasn’t happened.

I’m glad. Our walls seem like a vertical archaeological site.