Masterclass The shed was an apex all-wood home-built construction, erected that furnace of a summer when we burnt in the shade and our feet turned to leather, a backdrop of screaming swifts swooping like mad dot banshees in the forget me not blue. We stood back and admired the woody quality of its sturdiness, overlooked the imperfections; worth the blisters and swearing, the seed drawers labelled, garden tools hanging in place, as we toasted our cleverness and soaked in the...
