It’s National Shed Week. What, you didn’t know that Britain has a National Shed Week? Shame on you! There’s a blog and everything.
The winner of this year’s best shed competition is Tim, a man who has combined two great British passions to create a Pub Shed.
This isn’t the only pub shed I’ve heard about; a friend of my mum and dad has a small ‘cricket pavillion’ shed in his garden, complete with beer on tap. And yes, there is also an area to play cricket, although I believe that they often go straight to the beer part. You have to make your own entertainment when you live in a small Scottish village…
There are a ton of other inventive sheds on the shed website. including this fabulous Tardis one.
In fact, there are so many Tardis sheds that they have their own category. but I particularly like this one because of this quote from the female owner, “I don’t think of it as just a shed – more a David Tennant trap.”
Some of their sheds are a bit posh but as a fan of wabi-sabi, I prefer the more ramshackle versions like this one or this. Some sheds are particularly organic. This one makes me envious – I’d absolutely love it if mine had a living turf roof but it’s pretty far down the list of gardening priorities.
And of course, we can’t talk about sheds without mentioning some art inspired by the humble shed.
Simon Starling’s Turner Prize winning installation, Shedboatshed started life as a Swiss shed that he turned into a boat.
He sailed the resulting boat containing the remaining shed parts down the Rhine to the venue where he was exhibiting before rebuilding it into a shed. I have to say that the confidence of this project impresses me, I’m not entirely sure I’d want to set sail in anything I’d built! Loathe as I am to link to the Mirror newspaper, this attempt to replicate the project made me laugh.
Cornelia Parker’s famous piece Cold Dark Matter: An Exploded View involved the British Army blowing up a garden shed that Parker had filled with a collection of objects sourced from jumble sales, charity shops and the sheds of the artist and her friends. The resulting charred remains were collected and hung around a single light bulb.
Sheds, what’s not to love?