Architects at Home: Revisiting the bomber
It’s almost impossible to know what sits up there in the trees. Maybe nothing? From the street you can see only an old concrete garage and a set of steps that disappear into the bush. The path is slow and meandering, winding past the neighbours, up over roofs — there’s a glimpse over the valley, but still no sign of your destination. You pass under an impressive pohutukawa, round a bend, and past a vegetable garden before slices of a building start to appear. A
