The loft above Petticoat Lane
Living on the fourth floor of a converted print building, we watched the Gherkin sprout and the daily tide of City workers. I remember the sunlight flooding the open plan space as I cooked up breakfast and below, at street level, the squeal and clatter of market trolleys.
We lay a pale wood floor, painted the brickwork white and hung white roller blinds at the windows. The building`s lofty proportions allowed generous floor to ceiling storage- to keep clutter out of sight. The whole look was very simple and functional, but also very comfortable
If I had anything negative to say about the experience it was the nocturnal music choices of our upstairs neighbour. Ditto for the inhabitants below during my childrens` grade 1 piano practice
Photographs: Pia Tryde