Spotted in Holt, Norfolk. If I hadn't been so keen to start making a damn nuisance of myself over a pair of high rise herringbone trousers at Old Town, I'd have taken time to rootle out an old bloke to tell me all about this legend scratched into a brick. It's next to the front door of a shop in a tiny courtyard near the main car park. What can it mean? And why was the information so crucial that it was incised so deeply and permanently for all to see? It may always have been, as it is now, next to a shop door, but perhaps it was originally next to a cottage or workshop. What I like about it is the care with which the serifs have been drawn on the letters. Was it something to do with marking a boundary? Was it in fact done the day before I arrived in town- 'ere, this'll get 'im going'. It certainly has. Answers on a brick postcard please, but not through the window.
I am a writer and photographer who spends all his time looking at England, particularly buildings and the countryside. But I have a leaning towards the slightly odd and neglected, the unsung elements that make England such an interesting place to live in. I am the author and photographer of over 25 books, in particular Unmitigated England (Adelphi 2006), More from Unmitigated England (Adelphi 2007), Cross Country (Wiley 2011), The Cigarette Papers (Frances Lincoln 2012) and Preposterous Erections (Frances Lincoln 2012)