Our place in Sydney (Ross’s childhood home, built 1966) had an earlier life as the tennis court for the house next door. Ross believes that our shed out back is likely a remnant from that tennis court. I quite love it — its simplicity, and its sense of history. Rather than tear it down and replace it with something from the big-box-store, we’re giving the old girl a new life. Last week we patched up the exterior (you can see the new bits of wood on the corners, the metal panels at the base of the front doors, and a fresh corrugated roof), and today we had a potting bench and shelf installed. The potting bench is made out of the kitchen sink that got pulled out of the house last month, and the shelf makes use of timber and wire mesh leftovers. Next, we’ll give her a coat of paint. And then, finally, launch her with a beautiful hand-forged iron handle we picked up in the Blue Mountains. Yippee, I’ve got a garden shed!