Late night reveller

Amazing what lengths some will go to in order to keep the Volvo bright and shiny.

Pink

"How on earth did you get that colour? And the pink background is amazing but I don't think my dad'll go for that in the living room."

Conversation

"I know . . . it's quite amazing, isn't it. I was just telling my neighbour the same thing the other day. Quite mild for the time of year. Fancy a cup of tea? No? Oh, beer. I'll see what I can find. Anyway, can't stop chatting like this - shopping to do, you know, and all that . . ."

Sheds on the move at Paddock Party

Life-like replicas of people's homes were arranged around the paddock in preparation for the 2nd Party In The Paddock. Adrian, a member of the erection team, has a massive one lurking behind the fence.

Shed in desperate need of manly attention!

The tenousness of some shed links appears to be bothering some so here's something abolutely pertinent, right and yet disastrously wrong. This shed clearly lacks a man's touch. I mean , where are the pots of screws, the nails to hang things on, the spare bits of wood, the paint brushes? Coloured plastic of virtually any sort should be banned from gardens throughout England anyway in my view so I suppose putting them in a shed has some merit.

But still . . . something has to be done about this.

Some of the contents of an unsecured shed in the village managed to escape recently but were caught looking decidedly knackered after a few hours on the run. 

A couple of old stone sheds spotted in the village. Also note that, due to the owner of the white-painted house continually washing his car on the road, contractors have been unable to complete the resurfacing job for several years.  

Protected by fencing and sheep with Bluetooth wireless devices, this was the closest I could get to this hilltop shed. 

Going . . .

Going . . .

Gone!!

Many thanks to our Northern reader from somewhere over Lancashire last wednesday. "I had an Out of Africa film type moment as I flew low over the pine forests of north Lancashire - three and a half hours of flying - great time but froze my nuts off!" he adds. Nice aerial view of several sheds in a triangular field. 

T1GRX and a glimpse of a young shed 

This man really should have a shed! (How can anyone wash a car in a blizzard without one?) 

Shed appears to disappear in blizzard 

Snow shed on shed in snow 

Rare glimpse of undisturbed green stuff on timbers in the wilds of Cambridgeshire. 

Through the fence, darkly. the Pinckard shed lurks. 

Cat on Cold Shed Roof

6:30am. Freezing. Big black cat lands on the roof of the shed without any warning and frightens the pants off a sparrow. Now, you might think that no self-respecting sparrow would be wearing pants, and particularly not in that shade of mauve at this time of year but there you go. Big Black cat didn't stick around long, though, - always wondered where the expression 'stick around' comes from as it doesn't bear terribly close examination - as the roof of this particular shed appeared to be rather on the chilly side.

6:31am. Pinckard emerges from shed clutching an electric drill. Apart from wondering why on earth he's in there at that time of the morning, I'm intrigued as to the use to which he's been putting his high speed bit.