My view, as I stood on the corner of Weobley’s Broad Street and Bell Square, was entirely monochrome. The Tudor houses, with their jettied first floors and criss-cross of oak beams, looked like stacks of black-and-white liquorice. So…
My view, as I stood on the corner of Weobley’s Broad Street and Bell Square, was entirely monochrome. The Tudor houses, with their jettied first floors and criss-cross of oak beams, looked like stacks of black-and-white liquorice. So…