Not for nothing is the home of Deborah Saunt and David Hills in Clapham known as the Covert House. For a start, it is remarkably difficult to find - through a gate down an alley leading to a mysteriously landlocked Victorian house, then left through another gate into the backland between the gardens of the streets to either side. Finally you get to what appears at first to be a compact single-storey new dwelling on a plinth - white, its frame, window and door openings dematerialised by mirrored reveals. Closer up, it discloses itself as a two-storey house, sunk into the ground. Once through the front door, you find a stair plunging downwards. Saunt's voice drifts up: 'Make yourself at home.' Our photographer is finishing his portraits. I take a seat on the Hans Wegner 1950s-designed sofa in the upstairs living room.
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