The postcode was an exclusive area of London and the four-storey, period building was something an estate agent might describe as “magnificent” and “imposing”. A man escorted me to a side door in near darkness. The door opened and as soon as I was in, it closed quickly behind me.
The inside of the property was vast, but there was barely any furniture and the walls and high ceilings had been graffitied. The inhabitants were initially suspicious of me, but seemed friendly enough. I had imagined them to be more disorderly, but instead some were busy with cordless drills, trying to make the cold, once palatial property more habitable.
