MY GARDEN SHED



Wood. Only wood. With a single window of the flimsiest glass you can imagine and that cheapo felt on the roof. Allow it to fill with cobwebs, fill it with crap and remember to creosote infrequently.

Spent many a summers afternoon on our shed roof as a kid. Laid on my back hatching the most far fetched, far flung and seldom seen through plans.

Happy memories of childhood. Too fat to be on the shed roof now like.
 

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