This is my childhood shed, built by my Uncle Fred from disused pit-props and scavenged wood and planks from Wattstown Colliery.
The shed looks dilapidated in this picture which was taken in about 1986. Uncle Fred built this when I was only three or four years old.
The was a bench along the side wall. I could sit for hours and imagine that I was a racing driver or pilot and the world was huge. I would fly around it!
I can remember in the Autumn when I got older and friends were allowed in to play. My mother gave us a small paraffin heater and brought our gang wonderful tomato soup and sandwiches. Many hours would be spent in that shed, putting the world to rights, until evening and darkness closed in to end the day.
The pigeon shed on the hill above is still there to this day. I have written a short 'muse' titled
'My Childhood Shed'. There is more about the pigeons and the shed in that bit of writing.