I’m a blue metal box with a wooden overcoat. A dumping ground for old tools, plastic bags, half used pots of paint and a liberal sprinkle of mouse droppings. Shut for days on end, only open should a bike or mower be required. I now house what all Scottish gardens need – a barbecue. The must-have accessory which is retired two weeks after purchase.
I used to live a full life. My own electricity supply, working windows, a well used office space appreciated by many. Seven years ago I was dropped into an out of the way spot, cable ripped out, windows sealed, lock criminally vandalised and my key box tampered with.
I’ve seen a few things – but that’s for another day.