Black flowing script lettering reading Windsong on a plain white background, a lettering design with no body placement shown.

Windsong script lettering design

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

The image shows the single word Windsong written in a flowing, hand-lettered script in solid black ink. The capital W and the long descender of the g are extended with looping strokes, while the lowercase letters are joined and vary in weight. The design sits centred on a plain white background with no skin or body visible.

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The sign was still hanging over the door when I unlocked the shop at half four, the paint on the W gone grey where the salt had got under it. My aunt lettered it herself in 1974, freehand, with a brush she bought off a lorry driver in Penzance. Every winter someone says it ought to be redone by a proper signwriter, and nobody has. The loop of the W still turns over like a wave, and the tail of the g drops past the sill.

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Inside, the ovens were ticking as they heated. I set the first tins on the racks and listened to the wind come off the harbour and push at the shutters, which is where the name came from. Aunt Maud used to say the wind here didn't blow so much as sing, and that a bakery should be the one place in town where you could hear it over the kettle. I never knew whether she believed that or just liked how it sounded.

The letter from the solicitor came on Tuesday. The lease ended in March, and the new owners wanted the premises for a coffee chain with a name like a brand of toothpaste. I read it twice at the counter, folded it into my apron pocket, and left it there with the flour.

At quarter to six I carried the stepladder out to the pavement with the brush and a tin of the old green paint. My hand shook the first time I touched the W, but the line came right once I let it run, the same slow pull she had taught me. A van slowed and the driver leaned out to say the bread smelled like the good old days. I told him it was always ready. Then I went back in for the first loaves and left the door open so the wind could come through and sing.