This item sits on that fine line between luxury and necessity.
I find September the time of alterations and structures, The potting shed has been on my list for a while and now is a reality, tucked in a corner next to the shed - it is a thing of beauty. Yet to be tried, but it exudes a functionality that I am sure will not disappoint.
My Father who worked as Head Gardener at various private estates would take me to work where I would see and smell old potting sheds and fruit rooms. I ate lunch from a paper bag and drank warm tea from a thermos flasks that had cork in the top. All the while sitting on sacks of potatoes listening to men talk.
My shed is new, it has yet to gain the weight of history, I can but start its story. The life of any garden is at best precarious and at its heart the potting shed that is inextricably linked to the people who work in it.