The new black....

The White Room

In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment.
J Bruce

That aside - three coats of paint later and it's beginning to have the desired look. Just waiting for grubby hands to come along and drag a wet wellington boot along the wall.