My father's shed

I'm having a lovely few days with my parents at the mo. This is my father's workroom - it's a lovely large weatherboarded old ramshackle thing that suits him perfectly. He's a lovely rather ramshackle old thing really - though his brain is as sharp as a blade. He was once mistaken for a tramp by the staff of Boots the chemist - he'd gone to buy some meths in his gardening clothes with bits of grass sticking out of his beard and they wouldn't sell it to him...