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.