One of the advantages of being the first of our peers to do the whole " settle down, get a house, have kids, move to the country" thing is that we have a supply of friends and family who, in return for a good meal and some booze, are happy to help with lifting, shifting and general hard labour.
This weekend was one of those occasions. I have a thing about corrugated iron - a large part of the attraction of the van is that it is corrugated, for the same reason I would love a shepherd's hut. The older, more patinated the iron the better.
For the past few months, Euan and I have been discussing the need for a shed - somewhere to move the junk from the garage, somewhere to store tools sensibly, somewhere for the lawn-mower so that it doesn't block the entrance to the polytunnel.
We had looked at wooden sheds but they all looked a bit "kitty" and were really out of our budget anyway.
Then we saw this on e-bay - a large shed/barn in Stirling in very lovely corrugated iron. Euan spent the week of "watching" drawing up plans and costing van hire, notifying our helpers that they should be on call.
We "won" it, hired the van and Euan, John and Peter went off to demolish the shed, break it up into salvagable bits and bring it back here.
I think that they may think very hard about whether they ever want to visit for the weekend again.
Euan is going to transform this van of bits into a lovely useful shed with a tunnel where we can hang the washing when it rains.