Well it had to happen. I spoke to the new allotmenteer yesterday and she told me that my favourite shed was about to be demolished. I begged one final photo before this aged example of of the genre disappeared – I had hoped that it would be allowed to continue its slow collapse unaided so I could carry on taking photos, maybe make a silent documentary, but it was not to be. Farewell old friend, but don’t worry about me – I’ve found another one already.
