In fact he never seems to go away these days. But we are now entering the season where he has something to point at. The odd leaf. Interesting to note that he always wears ear defenders, the rest of us can deal with the racket coming from what appears to be a small Italian motorbike that’s never been serviced on his back.
He has never been trained in the ‘use of brush’ which stays firmly attached to his truck looking like an unwanted flagpole.
This very attractive model stands on the allotments near to my plot. If I were an art critic I’d say the image juxtaposes the tension between the coiled hose and the standing water in the tub with energy and vibrant winter light. But I’m not an art critic, so it’s a shed.
Sheds do make a statement and there’s no doubting the statement here. This is Roy’s shed in the North of Ireland with his dog guarding the channel betwixt viewer and Europe. I was at college in Manchester with Roy back in the Sixties. In his holidays he used to be a bus conductor on Ribble Buses working out of Preston. I used to drive a ‘cake’ lorry all over the North West. Cake meaning that is what it carried. People still need cakes so there are lorries carrying them still hither and yon but the bus conductor is an extinct species.
I think this is a very special shed. Nice one Roy.
We are back in South West France for this shed, quite a big one too. Like the first post in this shed series there’s something probably fishy about this one. It’s located at Le Tremblade which is known as the Oyster catching port for that region. Looks to me like someone started painting it so they could perhaps sell it, then gave up because they could not find the ladder. Perhaps it’s in the shed.