Like many modellers, I started off my hobby on the proverbial dining room table with a bottle of tube glue and three or four tins of paint (Airfix or Humbrol, depending on what the local shops had in stock). Juggling model making with the family produced the usual frictions, mostly related to the smell (the glue/ paint, not me…) and then the constant worry of my parents that I’d either spill something on their precious dining room table or on my clothes.
These days I am fortunate to have a dedicated modelling room as an adjunct to my working studio and this gets bathed in southfacing Somerset daylight - a far cry from the dingy WWII Anderson shelter hidden by trees at the bottom of a garden that I used to work in! It’s certainly warmer, and I have much more space with dedicated areas for working, spraying and photography, as well as plenty of shelving, courtesy of my good friend Tim Maunder.