At the end of an old shale riddled path, hidden by brambles and overgrown hedges lay at the bottom of the hill a modern Shangri-La. Within this rural oasis, sits a barn accentuated by equal parts electric-art and rusting metal. As I walked up to the barn, an overhaul-clad man came out and shook my hand, introducing himself as Andrew immediately asking if I’d like a tour of the grounds...