I’ve wanted a French-style house number for decades. We bought an echt one in a quincaillerie somewhere in France so long ago that I can’t remember when but until now had nowhere to fix it.

Today, here it is, the final touch on our ambitious front drive project (final if you forget about the gates which will happen in due course.)

It’s a small act of Francophilia as a two-fingers to the vandalism that is Brexit.