Once upon a time, the work station used to look over an narrow street worthy of an Oscar Wilde's fairy tale bar the O2 which provides the backdrop to this urban scenery. Then, entered the developers and what was a flat garage became a 2 storeys maisonette with a couple of bedrooms, one is possibly the smallest room you'll ever see.
The mechanic was evicted but a row of lock-ups remains. Now the work station looks over a flat roof. I have got to say that nothing much happens on it and little distracts me from typing away. Except, yesterday when a vixen and two foxes provided an extraordinary spectacle, gekkering, barking and screaming as they fought on the rooftop.