Skye Gyngell, Voyager

Skye Gyngell, Voyager

SKYE GYNGELL FLICKS HER BLONDE PONYTAIL and tucks her feet under her legs on the long bench. “I don’t know how we’ve done it here. I guess it’s something to do with the fact it’s so beautiful…” Her brow furrows. “You wouldn’t catch me working in one of those West End basement kitchens. No light, so much heat – here I can look out on the gardens and the flowers from the window. This place is fantastic.”