Here is a quick sketch of Wintermarsh Street, I have placed an X on number fifty eight, the home of Ms Crockofshit and I.
I drew this on a misty Autumnal morning whilst sitting on the wooden bench placed there by the local council in memory, somewhat incongruously of Freddie Mercury, who extraordinary fellow that he undeniably was, as far as I am aware, had no connection to this area whatsoever.
To allow you some perspective, I should point out that the first house you see on the left is number ninety eight. The fact that the numbering system on the houses appears reversed, number one being at the end of the cul-de-sac, is hardly surprising, and as you will learn, by no means the most unusual fact concerning this place. A good example of this, is the baffling fact that the terrace consists of blocks of four houses, with a narrow alley running down to the leat on the 'even' side and to the potholed lane on the 'odd' side, providing access to the rear of the homes and separating the blocks. Logically, therefore, there should be one hundred terraced homes (we do not count Dead-End), there are (usually) ninety nine, count them as many times as you wish, you will never come to a total higher than the number ninety nine. Moreover, at any point in time, the number of houses in the street can vary, some of them can simply vanish for seemingly indeterminate periods of time, house numbers appear to change position, blocks of four seem to be blocks of three, then four once more, Wintermarsh Street is a genuine unknown quantity.
You may be able to discern the barely visible looming shadow of ‘Dead End’, shrouded in mist at the end of the street, at the time of sketching, I thought this appropriate, and rather than pencilling in the brooding pile, I drew it as I saw it on the day. I do like a little mystery.
I drew this on a misty Autumnal morning whilst sitting on the wooden bench placed there by the local council in memory, somewhat incongruously of Freddie Mercury, who extraordinary fellow that he undeniably was, as far as I am aware, had no connection to this area whatsoever.
To allow you some perspective, I should point out that the first house you see on the left is number ninety eight. The fact that the numbering system on the houses appears reversed, number one being at the end of the cul-de-sac, is hardly surprising, and as you will learn, by no means the most unusual fact concerning this place. A good example of this, is the baffling fact that the terrace consists of blocks of four houses, with a narrow alley running down to the leat on the 'even' side and to the potholed lane on the 'odd' side, providing access to the rear of the homes and separating the blocks. Logically, therefore, there should be one hundred terraced homes (we do not count Dead-End), there are (usually) ninety nine, count them as many times as you wish, you will never come to a total higher than the number ninety nine. Moreover, at any point in time, the number of houses in the street can vary, some of them can simply vanish for seemingly indeterminate periods of time, house numbers appear to change position, blocks of four seem to be blocks of three, then four once more, Wintermarsh Street is a genuine unknown quantity.
You may be able to discern the barely visible looming shadow of ‘Dead End’, shrouded in mist at the end of the street, at the time of sketching, I thought this appropriate, and rather than pencilling in the brooding pile, I drew it as I saw it on the day. I do like a little mystery.