A locksmith always remembers his public trust.
With him rests the security of property and fortune.
As a public guardian he shuns the dishonest, the wicked and the avaricious.
For thousands of years, he and his predecessors have placed trust and honour above temptation.
He is an artist at his trade and the symbol of ‘skill and integrity’ to the world.
Way back in the 20th century there existed a locksmith shop in the nether regions of Southfield, run by Englishman Terry Ladkin and his cohort Leon.
The shop was tucked away behind a horsemeat butchery and customers were assailed by the smell of cooking horsemeat, fumes from a used car workshop and a builders yard.
The specialist mechanic at this car workshop would proudly state that he “could make anything run” pointing to the tired old dogs that had been pushed into the yard on their bald tyres, seemingly well past their prime. He proved that there is life after death.
Obviously this location was unsuitable for trade and in fact it was soon ascertained that walk-in customers were becoming fewer and fewer.
So the (wise, as it turned out) decision was made to move to the present location in Cecil Road, Plumstead, opposite the Checkers car-park and just up from that anacronism, the Plumstead railway station.
In this bright and modern emporium, you will meet Anton, Brendon and Shirley.
And its not just keys that are supplied. Doors are opened, gate and garage motors repaired and locks are supplied. You won’t find the latest Chinese eco-model here, but locks that last and are well designed.