After 11 years of sterling service my allotment shed's decided it's time to quit the plot.
Looking at the picture you're probably thinking it doesn't look that different to usual and is fairly presentable. Compared to its relatively new neighbour on the left I think it's making a much better job of blending in with its surroundings and I love its rustic simplicity. However, the view from the side reveals there's a bit of a problem...
... it's probably been like that for a while, but the winter wet kept me from squelching my way down to the bottom of my plot and discovering what happened.
If truth be told, I've been anticipating its demise ever since I took on my allotment in late 2003, though in the intervening years I've come to love its presence on my plot. After all, it was a key factor in my decision to keep this half of the allotment when I gave up having a whole one.
Mr and Mrs Robin have decided to make my shed their home again this year, so whilst they're bringing up their brood, I have some time to think about my ideal replacement...
My ideal shed - a fantasy dreamt up on a wet afternoon
It's still tiny so it fits where the current shed sits today. However, size doesn't matter because it's TARDIS-like on the inside. There's more than enough room to meet my ever expanding needs. It's a shed which solves many problems - it's not just for storage, potting and pottering.
If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.
Well, I have the garden but my ever mounting piles of gardening books means I'm in sore need of a library. My shed will come to the rescue, with plenty of wide, shiny shelves to display my books to perfection. There's also a squashy sofa nearby, so I can read them in comfort - and daydream about my perfect plot.
Inside it's always cosy and never damp. There's a warming stove for winter days, a rag rug on the floor and a singing kettle. Because mine is a fantasy shed, it and the allotment have magically attached themselves to my garden, so I can easily go there whenever I want.
There's still room for Mr and Mrs Robin, so much so I no longer need to vacate my shed for a few weeks whilst they bring up their brood. A smart green roof helps with the cosiness and also means there's dinner closer to hand (or should that be claw?) for my red-breasted friends.
There's never any dirt to sweep up, even though I regularly use the potting bench. It's always tidy too, with everything in its rightful place. There's always enough pots, compost and tools to hand and most important of all, I never lose anything.
I have the latest chameleon version, so my shed never looks out of place. This clever feature means I'll never need to apply paint or wood preserver and having the green roof means it'll never blow away.
And just like my old shed, I love my fantasy shed dearly.
You may also like:
- The Plotting Sheds - contains views of my allotment shed in happier times, as seen on my VPs Open Garden blog
- Shed Seven - a tour round some of the other sheds on my allotment site