We crawled through an old battered wooden door into a barely-there building.


Pigeons ominously cooed above and (what we hoped was) snow fell on our heads. So no roof then!


Milko was speechless - I was adrenalin fuelled and nervous. Could we do it?


Later, on the train to Gatwick - "...half an hour to convince ourselves why we should buy this heap... start sketching...".


The rest is history and what an adventure it all turned out to be.


Here's to Milko for having the faith and the patience to see our Grand Design through to the end.


And here’s to all who have enjoyed The Violin Factory since, bringing their own creativity and ideas into this amazing space.

The Violin Factory.