Ah, I’ve just remembered what I was going to blog about, only this time it’s not as a rant, but in puzzlement. Over the past few months, I’ve noticed one house after the other in the area being painted pink. When we moved here, there was a cluster of houses in one valley that were all pink, which we put down to the eccentricities of a local landlord. But then, on the road to Papershop Village, first a whole farm (cow byre, tractor shed and all) and then a nearby house, got the rose-coloured treatment. And then, in the past few weeks, two houses in Nearest Village have succumbed. They’re all the same shade of pink – a sort of sugar-almond, sweetly pretty colour. And it’s not gentrification, either – the farms at least are all rufty-tufty working farms with the smell of slurry to match. The traditional colour for houses round here is either white and black, or one of the many depressing shades of grey that pebbledash goes when it is permanently damp. Either way, the pink stands out.
What can be behind it, do you suppose? A meme? A rebranding exercise so subtle it’s escaped me? A mix up? The mark of Cain? Or just a particularly good deal on masonry paint at Homebase?