Dear friend Juliet who lives on the Muddy Island of Mersea has been nagging me to photograph my shed. As you can see here, Juliet knows some pretty smart sheds and mine would certainly not fall into that category but, just to keep her quiet I'll show you why I will not be entering for the 'shed of the year award' unless they have a special prize for the shed containing the greatest amount of junk.
Here is the entrance: a simple hole between the house and garden. Enter it's murky depths if you dare!
In the days when our house was a farm house, the shed was part of the dairy. The stalls now hold my garden tools
the MM's spare golf clubs
pots of paint
television from daughter's student flatand various bits of furniture
So now you see, J, why I haven't been in a hurry to send in my shed pictures to be compared with the beautiful and the interesting ones on Shedworking.
Here's the other part of the old dairy that we have got around to improving. It was in a worse state than the bit we use as a shed, so we added a door and a roof and converted it into a dining room. I can't find any 'before' pictures, unfortunately; it might have won some admiration as a shed conversion!