Private car storage on a family farm in Kent. Twenty-five miles from the Eurotunnel. Wake up, walk to the hangar, and be in France for breakfast. Croissants in Calais, Le Mans by lunch.
Friends have been leaving cars here for years. A 911 tucked away for winter, a project car mid-restoration, a race car between seasons. We've discreetly housed the odd acquisition until a gentleman found the right moment to mention it at home. Naturally, we never said a word.
At some point we looked around and thought we ought to do this properly. So we did.
The name comes from the property. There was once a grass airstrip here. The old hangar started life as a grain store and is now a climate-controlled car building. We know every car and every customer by name. We intend to keep it that way.
Industrial desiccant dehumidifier. Bone dry, year-round. Your car sits in the same conditions whether it's January or August.
Dust covers, driving gloves, whatever you need for the off. We shan't judge the Jamiroquai CD or the emergency wine gums.
A proper guest suite, right next to the hangar. Arrive the evening before a crossing, sleep well, make a good coffee in the morning and stroll to your car. Warm it up, finish your coffee, and you're on the tunnel before most people have left the house.
Drive down in the daily, leave it with us, take the one you actually want to drive. Or catch the fast train, thirty-eight minutes from St Pancras to Ashford. We'll pick you up.
Trickle charging, periodic starts, inspections, detailing, all available. We were doing this for friends long before we made a business of it.
Its own building, its own entrance, right next to the hangar. This isn't a camp bed in the corner of a workshop.
King-size bed. Rainfall shower. Good linen. A kitchen with everything you need for the morning. Make a coffee, pull on your shoes, and walk to the car. Engine on, coffee finished, tunnel booked, you're in Calais before nine.
Exclusively for Flightline clients. No booking platforms, no strangers. Just a good night's sleep and a very early start.
No signage, no street visibility. You wouldn't find us unless you knew where to look.
Fingerprint access, 24/7. Your print is your key. Full audit trail of every entry and exit.
Steel roller shutters on every opening. Retractable bollards on the approach.
Faraday-shielded. Invisible to relay scanners. Or keep your keys with you, your call.
Full coverage, professionally monitored, footage retained.
People live here. This is a family home, not an industrial estate.
Moments from the M20, but invisible from it. Unmarked, set back, and very quiet.
24/7 self-service access. Climate-controlled. Personal locker. Studio. Care and detailing on request.
Covered, secure, nearby. CCTV, bollards, steel shutters. 24-hour notice access.
The Eurotunnel is twenty-five miles down the M20. Book the early crossing, roll out of the Studio with a coffee in hand, and you're in Calais before nine. Calais for breakfast, the Somme by mid-morning, the Le Mans circuit by lunch. Or south, Reims, Burgundy, the Alps.
Don't fancy driving down? Thirty-eight minutes on the high-speed from St Pancras to Ashford International, we'll collect you from the station.
WhatsApp is quickest. Or use the form, we'll come back to you.