Saturday, 28 April 2012

My shed...

Like most men, I like sheds. I love the idea of discovering an old shed and being able to have a rummage and see what treasures I can discover. I remember as a child being allowed into my grandad's small, well oredered shed where he did his little woodwork projects - it seemed to me like a really magical place.

This is my little shed - I have my inlaws to thank for it since they donated it to me after getting a good 20 years of use out of it themselves. It's not always this neat inside, it's usually covered in shavings, sawdust and metal filings. It was put up on the spot where our chicken coop had been before we moved it, but as you can see, one of the hens never got used to the idea of having to move!

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