I was looking through some old photos today and I found a photo of one of the faces of the market cross. I’ll have to change my story slightly because I had forgotten that one could see two faces in the house and one from the outside. This is the one that can be seen from the outside and I ‘think’ it’s an angel.
The spotty black bit is the worktop on which the photo was re-photographed this morning. I forgot to edit that bit and now, it won’t let me!
I’m loving your blog. Wonderful life stories. 🙂
Thanks, Damien. Perhaps I’ll write about your dad rebuilding the Assembly Rooms and you and he doing lots of the work on it. I remember he showed me around the inside and I climbed a ladder to the top – I don’t think I could have done that even ten years later! Looking back, it scares the life out of me! See you at Christmas when Julie is going to tell me about the strange goings-on in your house. 😀