|Shed interior: before|
But today was the storage shed. Unbelievable amount of rubbish in it. It was looking very medieval, and I realised why archaeologists find stuff in the layers of detritus on the floors in old dwellings. Here they would have found plastic Lucozade bottles, flattened tins of Tennant's lager, and (gawd help us) electro-magnetic tape from an old reel-to-reel machine. Plus a lot of rotted wood, earth, and paper shredded for bedding by mice.
To the left of the picture above is an old internal door which was once holding the office of bench. It was sagging comically, and fell apart when I tried to move it, scattering a chalky substance from its interior over the floor. Any hopes that the shed might prove to be some sort of Aladdin's Cave of old gardening gear were imperfectly realized. There was an old rake with extra long handle, and old fashioned large pointed spade, and a 7ft roll of translucent polythene. And those two folding chairs you can see on the left, the wee table to the right, and a really beautiful old iron door handle.
Here it is a couple of hours later, somewhat more shed-like:
|Shed interior: after|
The floor is still medieval: two more Victorian doors laid on the earth, but these have rotted away almost beyond recognition. I'm hoping I've enough bricks left to lay the floor in due course. The front consists of a heavy frame of glass - an old window frame, which I'd assumed for the last 7 months was part of the shed, but realised today was just propped against the door which was acting as a bench. There's the old door I use just to prop there too, I can hang that. But essentially just now, there's no front to the shed at all.
When it's all patched up and repaired, I need to get down to it with a bucket or two of creosote, stop any more rot, and put off the mice when they return from their winter break, wherever that is - I was surprised not to encounter them this morning.