Underused

Four burly chaps stepped into my uncle's house to finish off the clearing process. Months of our relentless toil last year were distant memories when they set about hefting the furniture out and into the auctioneers' vans. The outhouse was the only place we hadn't been into as we couldn't find the key. A steel-toed boot sorted that and we were greeted with a lot of cobwebs and a cool motorbike (extra).

Good old Uncle Michael; not only were there skis, oars, a canoe, tents in the attic, but it turns out he was also Steve McQueen (kind of).