The sheds

If there's one thing I love about the allotment it's the various sheds in various states of dilapidation and decay. I especially like our shed - I'm sure one day it's just going to peel open like a presumptuous, autonomous, semi-sentient banana*.

*That seemed like an easy simile when I thought of it. Now it seems overly complex, like the fractal patterns of a Romanesco broccoli, which are in fact simple but seem complex through repetition...