
Corrugated iron is everywhere, so are sheds. But not all walls are pink, and the detail in this piece of sheeting distinguishes it from others.

Corrugated iron is everywhere, so are sheds. But not all walls are pink, and the detail in this piece of sheeting distinguishes it from others.

Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.
From: W B Yeats ‘A Deep-Sworn Vow’ (1919)