Sheds, sheds and sheds

I have a thing about sheds.  I always have.  One of my friends in Cornwall called my garden "Shed City".   I had a duckhouse on the island in the pond, a chicken house, two log houses, a bike shed, a rabbit shed and three summerhouses.  Most of them were bought in flat packs although two were homemade but very conventionally.

Here in Brittany, coming down the lane from the nearest village to me there is a selection of wonderful sheds.

The sheds are all within a run of 200 metres and not one of them has been "bought in".  I love the materials they are made of and how they have weathered and rusted.

Here in my hamlet I have a duckhouse, chicken shed, barn, straw shed, rabbit house, barn, shelters and two small houses for hens.  Here is the rabbit shed in the snow a couple of years ago.

And this shows my barn, straw shed, shade shelter and the old pig shelter on my field.

 

Here's my neighbour's collapsing barn and my other neighbour's shed in the orchard.

This is my old pig shelter which the goats have always liked to sunbathe on.

When I used to go back and forward to school at the beginning and end of terms, it was by steam train and from the train you looked into everyone's back garden and saw the most wonderful sheds.  Perhaps it was this early experience which has promoted my love of sheds.

Three things I like:

1.   Making a meal from leftovers in the fridge.

2.   Finishing the novel, in good time, that I am reading for the Book Club next Monday.

3.   Finding all the ducks in their area and not outside the fence this evening.