inspired by lack of useful storage space.

Only a contortionist could fight their way past the ironing board and vacuum cleaner into the inner depths of the gloryhole under the stairs. It's useless space.

Solution; Utilise the space by accessing it from the hall. Add shelves, and you have a streamlined bootrack.

Normally, my night-time brainwaves fade away in the light of day. Thank you, Roy, for making this one a reality.