| This page is about the hole I have dug beneath my shed. | |
| Wherefore a hole? | Dunno. A whimsey, maybe, or an inverted folly. Or just for fun. I do enjoy digging down there. Perhaps that is reason enough. This quote, from The Shed's web site, seems apposite: "One keyword here is "whimsy" - not Wimsey, who's a character in a book, or mimsy, which is a state borogroves get into. A dash of surrealism adds a little je ne sais quoi, and you may also detect a hint of gentle nostalgia for the days when brown ale was still widely popular and a piece of 2x4 wasn't actually 50x100mm."
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| How a hole? | Well, with a spade. Oh, and a sort of crane contraption that I built to heave the mud up the shaft. And a spoil tip cunningly disguised as a new raised patio-to-be. |
| And...? | Things have moved on a little. Here's the start of what might turn out to be a series of updates: Other than that, there's not much more to be said about a hole. |
Here is a diagram. The red text is clickable and will link to photographs of the indicated features.