Postcards home from the star of our latest on-location photoshoot...
We took one of our most elegant sink units on a photoshoot around London. The idea was simple: showcase a beautifully made piece of Norfolk craftsmanship in some of the capital’s most iconic locations.
But then something rather odd happened.
We started receiving postcards.
Turns out that from the moment Ladbroke Wolferton-Green arrived on set, he considered himself the lead, the creative director, and possibly the reason Tower Bridge was raised.
Naturally, he began documenting his time in the city — one location at a time — in a series of reflections sent back to his workshop pals. Here’s what’s landed in the post so far...
From the Houses of Parliament…
To the uninstalled units still dreaming of daylight,
Big Ben rang as I arrived. A lovely gesture. I’ve always liked making an entrance.
Gothic spires behind, a rose copper tap in front, and the team muttering about permits. Perfection.
One onlooker asked if I was a statement piece. I said, “Darling, I’m a movement.”
Yours, chiming silently,
Ladbroke
From Buckingham Palace…
To the larder doors in dry storage,
I stood before the gates. The guards didn’t flinch, but I know they noticed.
The symmetry, the scale, the sense of occasion — it was almost worthy of me.
A child asked if I was available in the gift shop. I said nothing. My Belfast sink spoke volumes.
Rumour has it they’re redecorating. If so, I await my invitation.
Yours, imperially balanced,
Ladbroke
From Trafalgar Square…
To the assembled cutlery trays of Norfolk,
Lions. Fountains. Plinths. All very grand — but none quite matched the finish on my drawer fronts.
I was placed just off-centre for “the shot.” I allowed it. One must accommodate the less photogenic.
I briefly considered climbing the column. The crew said no. I remain monumental.
Yours, plinth-ready and pigeon-free,
Ladbroke
From Tower Bridge…
To the cabinets still waiting for their grand reveal,
A moment of pure theatre. The bridge opened as I arrived – lifted its very limbs – as if in salute.
The lighting was moody. Cinematic. I instructed the photographer to shoot low and wide. He grumbled, but obliged. I believe I achieved “kitchen as epic.”
I noted, however, that no one offered me a harness. I stood firm, of course – anchored by craftsmanship, not cables.
Yours, with industrial drama,
Ladbroke Wolferton-Green
From Millennium Bridge…
To the soft-close hinges and their handlers,
One must respect a bit of structural daring. The bridge did well. I did better.
I stood firm in the crosswind, Belfast steady, copper gleaming. The dome behind me nodded its approval.
A jogger tripped. I assume it was awe.
Yours, flexing gracefully,
Ladbroke
From Abbey Road…
To the spice racks and shaker panels back home,
Timing, darlings, is everything. Between tourists and taxis, I made my crossing — smooth, composed, and exactly on beat.
A few people stopped to take photos. I assume they’d heard I was in town.
Someone muttered something about “a fifth Beatle.” I didn’t catch the rest. I was busy tuning my Quooker tap.
Yours, rhythmically poised,
Ladbroke
From Primrose Hill…
To the freestanding pantry contingent,
There was a climb. There was panting (not mine). And then — the view.
London laid out like an admiring audience. The skyline was lovely. I was better.
I suggested a slow pan and a string quartet. The crew offered a thermos and silence.
Yours, quietly elevated,
Ladbroke
And back to Norfolk…
We’re pleased to report that Ladbroke Wolferton-Green has now returned to Norfolk — intact, admired, and only marginally more self-important than when he left.
We had a lot of fun bringing this little project to life, and we hope you enjoyed the journey. Our thanks to the team who made it happen — and to the quietly magnificent kitchen unit that held its own across London’s most iconic landmarks, with nothing more than solid joinery and a little bit of polish.
Still, that’s quite enough adventure. For now...
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