old shed

Another sharp frost. Another exquisitely lovely day, warmly sunny. There was birds carrying twigs about and starting nest-building, and the slurry tankers were out for the first time. It must be spring.
The morning was so clear we could see all the way to Kerry, distant snow-caps shining in the sun, and in the greenhouse it was swelteringly hot. 

I've been driving past this old shed several times a week and today thought I'd blip it for Derelict Thursday.