For the last five years, since we moved in to the house, on many occasions I have stood outside gazing to the bottom of the garden, thinking. Two months ago the slab finally went down and from then until now I have been immersed in deep deep sheddery. The power of the shed can't be underestimated. Already i've noticed a couple of hours in the shed can relieve melancholy, cure colds and increase vitality. As with most sheds mine will never be finished. I am going to add a porch area for a rocking car and spittoon and am on the lookout for a pair of antlers for the front.
The first rule of shed club is, you do not talk about shed club.
The Brewhouse was built from scratch with no plans apart from a slab roughly 4m x 4m. For this I booked a mixer to deliver 2 tons of concrete with structural fibres added for extra strength, borrowed five wheel barrows and persuaded five mates to turn up on a Tuesday morning by cooking a massive fry up followed by pints of really strong coffee. The materials were mainly collected over a period of about five years. Timber includes skip finds, stuff left over from various building jobs and some hardwood laboratory tables provided the windows. The door was from a local charity shop, although the feather edge cladding and coraline roof had to be purchased with hard cash.