I'm a writer and work in it, but also sleep in it during the summer. Friends stay over sometimes, and we spend evenings in, talking and drinking the occasional glass of wine.
I got it for my 50th birthday, when I'd fully grown out my hair to be it's natural grey colour. It was a standing joke that I've embraced being a crone, and as I'm a hippy type and live a few miles from Pendle Hill I named it Malkin Tower, which was the name derisively used by locals to refer to the shack in which the Lancashire Witches lived.
Everything inside it was free, recycled, and/or a gift. I'm disabled and mostly housebound, but it provides a completely different space and energy to my little terraced house, so it serves as a little holiday cottage that's about ten feet away from my back door.
The front of my house is on a fairly busy road, but behind it are fields, woods and parkland so at night I hear the owls and foxes.
The decor is a little tongue in cheek, but everyone loves its witchy creepiness.