I don't think I will ever work anywhere like 'Garden House' again. It's kind of a legend in itself.
I never imagined working for a brand where ever day you are literally lead up a garden path to get to the office.
Off a main high street, at the bottom of an English garden, full of cherry blossom in the spring, lavender in the summer, Japanese maple trees in Autumn and holly in winter, is the infamous Garden House.
Inside is a museum of books, vintage and fabric. In one corner you will see a gas mask from WW2 while in another is an old set of wooden skis. Everything about the studio is quintessentially British, quirky and authentic. We even get the odd visit from a bird, or two.
In the summer the doors are open and sounds of cricket balls being batted can be heard from the club behind the back fence. Come the winter, everyone's boot marks are on the floor, everest parkas on the backs of seats and the odd slip up (or down) the path is encountered!
From designing, marketing and selling it all happens here. Weirdly, despite all the comings and goings it never seems to change. If anything it just gets better with time. What other office has a telephone box outside, and bathtub of fabric inside?!
Garden House been home to many people over the years, and no matter how many of them come and go, they always remember this place.
In the words of Nigel Cabourn himself, "It's a one off!"