Eviction day for arachnids

When we moved here last summer, the contents of 1½ sheds & a garage had to be decanted into these two sheds; however, the sheds were already occupied by tools, pots, & sundry other gardening equipment (most of it nearly new - or at least in far better condition than what we'd brought with us) left behind by our predecessors; but there wasn't time to sort through everything, & so all our old gear simply got crammed in on top of what was already there. Brief forays into their depths have since been made to unearth the lawnmower & certain other essentials, & there have been periodic dark mutterings about 'Sorting Out Those Sheds' - which, as each foray increased the remaining chaos - soon became 'Those Bloody Sheds'. I wouldn't have fancied sorting them out (bloody or otherwise) in the depths of winter, but now that spring has sprung the task was becoming urgent: where were all our seed trays? Did the brittle old ones survive the move, or do we need to buy new ones? Had I heard a rumour about some cloches, or did I dream them up? Have we got enough netting?

And so, with the sun tempting us out, today was nominated 'Shed Day'.
What you see here is merely the tip of the iceberg; the path behind the bush was strewn with tools, timber, ladders & ramps - and the 2nd shed had barely been probed. I don't quite know why anybody would want to blow leaves, but we found an almost-new leaf blower, so will surely soon be blowing leaves around with the best of em! We've never been 'barbecue people', but having inherited 5 unopened bags of charcoal, so I sense that al fresco dining will be on this summer's menu. We have more brooms than you could shake a stick at - plant pots too; and my seed tray dilemma was solved when we found several unopened packs of them. A brace of broken buckets have been consigned to the growing 'tip' heap, along with tatty curtain rails (why did we bring those with us - why even take them down, when we knew we were coming to a place fully equipped with curtain poles?) & various other redundant items. And we now have 'his & hers' sheds: mine, which now has enough clear floor space that I won't risk life & limb on entry, will be used as a potting shed, whilst his has the mower & other bulky tools, plus all the crud he refused to get rid of.

No spiders were knowingly harmed in the process, although several are tonight doubtless seeking new accommodation