Wilkin & Sons …
A wall of obscured plastic, huge, warehouse like, hides a secret, a Mecca. Passing through the entrance, the scale of this place hits you, the roof several stories high, Cathedral-like. It's so very quiet in here, nothing stirring, not a sound, almost entirely white and glowing. And above me, a vast sea of Strawberries, a flotilla suspended like something out of a sci-fi movie; welcome to the 21st century.
