There’s only one place that sparks off nostalgia…

My Shed. Sitting in my shed in the warm weather, tinkering with some do-hickey or writing poetry.

The reason that this is that when I was a small boy, my parents had a shed at the back of the garden behind a massive silver birch tree. I used to love playing in it or just getting away from the world. Then there’s my grandfather’s.

One was an engineer for Rolls Royce aerospace and had basically extended his shed by bolting two together, cutting through and adding electrical points for a chest freezer, which looking back is quite a feat while also being a health and or safety violation.

The other was a retired fireman. Who was a keen gardener, painter and handyman. His shed was standard sized with a rug on the deck and draws and boxes of things everywhere. Including things hung from the ceiling plant pots were stacked on the floor and it collected rain water into a couple of water barrels.

So, no I’m a grandfather myself I have my own shed. Mine has a rug and a chair, a nice workbench made from off cuts of the kitchen. It has a solar panel on the side that has a micro usb connector, which charges a solar (or mains) powered light bulb, or my phone, screwdriver etc. I love nothing more than sitting in there in summer and relaxing, or writing some poetry. When I’m in the shed I do reminisce fondly of times gone by.