So here we are at the end of this little series, at least for the time being, for now I'm back at number 7 (though not under the Velux windows - at least at the moment). But this might not be the last move, so the series may reappear one day in the distant future. And who knows, that might even be to a studio on the ground floor.
But in the meantime we had a little two-year sojourn in what really does look like a real designer's studio - complete with obligatory mountain bike (for this time I can show you the interior as well).
And, yes, of course the building had once been a Victorian warehouse. But this one was a paper store, for the building was part of what was once an enormous (hot metal) print works. Surely a sign that everything changes in time.
Which I suppose is the only conclusion that I can draw from a career spread over nine locations: that everything changes, given time. And that there's never any going back - either to relive good times, or to rectify mistakes. A lesson perhaps, if one were needed, that it's always best to look upon the bright side of life.