My shed is so full of (my wife’s) stuff that its impossible to work in. Got to go outside to change my mind, and have to move tools and things to a table in the carport to do stuff. But, just as a home is where the heart is, a shed is where you do shit (not the toilet). The shed is a temple of dreams that crosses all social, political and ethic borders. They are where the most outrageous ideas combine with dangerous electrical equipment and volatile substances. Just look at those crafty ISIS guys tinkering away making IEDs in mud brick sheds in the Middle East – squint and you can see a bunch of local kids bum-cracking over the bonnet of an old Falcon in a neighbour’s galvo shed. The faith is universal.
Been watching this YouTube series about a couple of blokes in the New England area of the US who have decided to build a wooden boat and sail around the world. They’re starting from scratch, chopping down great-granddad’s trees and milling the timber not just for the boat but for a woodshed to season the boat timbers, and the scrap to be used as fuel to melt the lead for the ballast keel. And they build a tall boat shed in the front yard from a plastic tarp and lightweight wooden frame, only for the local building inspector to crack the shits (further proof of the universality of sheds). Their videos show their progress warts and all. This early one about the tree felling has its wry moments. I like their attitude and wish them well in their shed of dreams.
