AN ERUPTION OF TURQUOISE
SIR,—A case was recently reported in The Times of the wife of the tenant of a council house who had been made ill by the turquoise paint used to paint her house. This, admittedly, was an extreme case, but there must be countless mental sufferers from the eruption of turquoise blue paint that is ruining our countryside. The colour in itself is pretty —pretty-pretty is perhaps a better description, but it is an aggressively false note in our country scene, at the moment in its russet colouring. It seemed the last straw when today I saw a tractor, its body of the ubiquitous blue, ploughing a field.—Yours faithfully,
MARGARET SPARROW