The old shed is no more. It has been replaced by a spanking new shed. I realise that compared to the Apocalypse or the building of a new Tescos in Leighton Buzzard, this is a paltry event.
But it's my pride and joy. It is a birthday present from my darling Angit, although I did tell her a new pair of bedsocks would have been sufficient.
Any road up, I now have to reassemble the work bench (old legs, new top) so that I can get started on my next batch of Kestrel boxes. After all, they deserve new accommodation too.