The Bathing Pool

a sign that Rochester was the one for me

At Christmas he spotted a print hanging in my dining room. It is called The Bathing Pool, and it is a rather obscure picture in The Laing. I adore it because of the ghostly pallor of the bather's skin, and the dark aquamarine water. It is beautiful, yet eerie. Rochester announced he had the same print, and loved it for its feeling of peace and solitude. He said he kept it in his Steptoe-esque caravan, which was mired in a field in deepest Somerset. The co-incidence astounded us.

a sign that Rochester was not the one for me.

The fact that he owned a Steptoe-esque caravan mired in a field in deepest Somerset.