In the same week we finally finished fitting out the studio, I put the open fire on to warm up in the mid winter chill, noticed a strange smell but couldn’t see anything wrong inside, sat back down, then wondered why there was so much smoke billowing outside. Hmmm… It was just the ENTIRE BLOODY WALL ON FIRE! Seems that the wall cavity had filled up with sawdust over the years, which ignited from the heat of the chimney passing through it, went through the cladding and internal frames and started lapping inside the ceiling. Luckily Emma was around, and cool as a cucumber she manned the fire hose while I frantically ripped the flaming cladding off to remove anything it could keep burning. Bit of a shock, but no major damage luckily, and all quite ironic and amusing in retrospect..