Paint - 8

The lift up to the roof disguised how high we had gone. Now I looked out over the rooftops of the main factory and could see as far as Sale, over there in the distance. Going to the edge there was a sheer drop of some 250 feet to the concrete road.

Fortunately heights don’t bother me, so the panorama was really great.

“You’re OK with heights?” Laurie asked.

“Fine.” I replied.

“So over here is where I test the paints.”

‘Over there’ was an area of about 200 squares of painted material, angled skywards, each about six inches square.