It's somewhere to while away the hours.... somewhere to lose yourself. You can spend hours just fiddling-tinkering-fettling-adjusting or just plain old playing with things.
A shed is a sanctuary... a place of peace and tranquility.... a place of escape from the pressures of the world....a place to escape from everyone else.
But it might have a darker side........
When I was a youngster and I brought home from school my term report, the shed was where I was sent by my Mother because that is where my Father would be. I would then offer up to him the proof that I was not and never would be an academic. The proof that I was failing to come up to my Father's high standards. The proof that I was not meeting my parents expectations.
I have never forgotten the feeling of standing in the shed unable to come up with any explanation as to why my report was so bad.......and the smell of the creosoted wooden shed completely enveloped me.
Every time I enter a shed I think back to those moments.