At the bottom of the garden stands the tool shed. This is by no means a tool shed to boast about. It's roof leaks, the floor is rotten, a family of squirrels takes refuge from the elements inside, and I am forever having to prune back the ivy that seems to like the darkness of the shed.
Now while it serves its purpose as a place to keep my tools and various projects, it is both a little cramped and a little too damp for restoring old motorcycles. This isn't all bad. I have come to an agreement with the girlfriend that as parts get restored, as long as they don't smell or leak oil, they can live in the warmth and dryness of the house. Sadly the old BSA does not fit into either category so it has to fend for itself in the tool shed. Maybe when I am done with the Triton, the old girl will get an engine overhaul and come stay in the living room. Or maybe we will move to a place with a garage. We will see, but for now, a visual tour...These actually make it look quite tidy... 
The Honda Monkey Bike sitting in the corner - I have to finish this by the time my girlfriends nephew has long enough legs to ride it - don't they grow up quickly nowadays.
Time for a nice cup of tea and a sit down, and ponder the meaning of stuff...
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