I absolutely love this stone. And it is without question probably the sexiest stone I have ever worked with. Asked to describe it, my slightly oddball to some head told it as such:
It’s like walking into a room and your old school long-haired never grew out of the seventies mate is there. In my heart I am still him. But not unlike Samson, I got my hair cut. Anyhow, he’s sitting in a mildly disheveled armchair wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a Led Zep t-shirt. The Stones are playing on vinyl in the background and a he’s supping a drop of Middleton Very Rare from a crystal tumbler he acquired from his local tavern. And whether or not you would like it to be something different, you and I both know, he [or it, the paving, in this case] has got that little bit of class some quite simply can only ever hope to achieve. You know it. I know it. And he couldn’t give a sh** either way. Legend.