Section through my house courtesy of HotchArchiPotch, part of a fascinating study of my bizarre neck-of-the-woods. Accompanying commentary:
At the bottom of a sloped driveway resides a meagre looking extension, featuring a single window and door, both adorned with white plastic decor. This façade is deceptive, a Potemkin guise to fool your wits. Entering the building we find ourselves on a concrete alley, adjoined by two rooms, that quickly descends down to a glass conservatory. Leading off from this we find another room sunken into the embankment, with limited windows, it is a sullen cave for monastic dwelling. An underappreciated art form – the condensing of students into a single abode.
That’s my window above the conservatory. The roof is actually corrugated plastic. Totally ad-hoc.