And this morning the Shed is a house of mirrors; quietly reflecting a thousand doors and windows...

And this morning the Shed is a dream room; lined with clouds; carpeted with lullabies...

And this morning the Shed is a scarlet umbrella, bobbing under the London rain…

Friedrich Nietzsche, 1875.

And this morning the Shed is a carpet, woven with magical symbols…

PIGS! PIGGY PIGS! PIGS PIGS PIGS! Timeline Cleanse, Pig Edition. Miss Piggy would totes approve of these excellent pigs. (Reminder to *never* skip the alt text on these.)

##smallbeautieshour #becauseofClem #threadofgold

##smallbeautieshour #becauseofClem #threadofgold

##smallbeautieshour #becauseofClem #threadofgold

##smallbeautieshour #becauseofClem #threadofgold

Eating pears poached in cider and spices... Seeing a flock of, now rare here, lapwings and hearing their peewit call...or is that a big beauty? More than 24 hours later still full of the joy. And so many reed buntings. Sun on reeds. #SmallBeautieshour #smallbeauties #BecauseofClem #ThreadofGold

Birdsong is something that can be a vital part of your well-being for years without you noticing or appreciating it, like having intact internal organs.

And this morning the Shed is an old tale, told to children by firelight, of a shed that haunts the misty moors in search of its long-dead mistress…

And this morning the Shed is a cardboard fort, with cannons at the ready…

Whoever came up with the name “Ewok Powell” to describe Tommy Robinson should take the rest of the year off.

And this morning the Shed is a highway through an endless desert…

And this morning the Shed is a glass plate negative of an antique shed, perfectly reproduced in white against a flat black sky…

Next month the band and I will be playing our first #Storytime of the year! Details here: www.favershamliteraryfestival.org/2026/events/...

And this morning the Shed is a rockslide into a river valley…

One person‘s “dreadfully cold day” is another person‘s “perfect opportunity to read Agatha Christie and eat scones in front of the fire.” Life is what you make of it.

And this morning the Shed is a skylight, looking out upon a world of rooftops, gullies, chimneys…

And this morning the Shed is a path to an awakening of snowdrops…

And this morning the Shed is a life boat, cutting through the stormy seas…

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A great read on how we can actually finally regulate tech and move away from the US government’s blackmail grip over global tech markets that are currently forced to favour US tech bros. www.theguardian.com/commentisfre...

And this morning the Shed is a grand piano standing in a summer field; roses bloom from the keyboard, and peonies from the pedals...

This is a powerful, beautifully written post on difference, loss, and grief (passed on with a trigger warning on the subject of stillborn births, for those who find that difficult).

And this morning the Shed is a thing of moving parts; cogs and levers and manifolds all working together to build a beast of perfect synchronicity...

MOSAICS! ... HYPOCAUST CONTROVERSY!! ... BEARDS!!! Don't forget that this Thursday evening at 8pm, online via Zoom, there is a once-only opportunity to learn all about those things and more as we host the fabulous #CuratorRob from @romanpalace.bsky.social Tickets £5 + fee from bit.ly/flaevents

And this morning the Shed is a 3-D print of a shed; standing on the assembly line…

To anyone who needs it right now: If a woman gets shot in the face and your first reaction is to say: "yes, but did she provoke it?" you need to give yourself a shake.

And this morning the Shed is a pillar of salt overlooking a desert…

I must recommend to everyone to listen to the current (Thursday) episode of Quiet Riot, with Naomi Smith, Alex Andreou, and Arthur Snell. @quietriotpod.bsky.social It is so interesting and full of clear and differing opinions on international politics, and includes an interesting bit on Starmer.

My very favourite Christmas present (maybe my favourite thing ever), is this, from my son: a glass globe, containing a mini-colony of bioluminescent ocean plankton that light up after dark…

And this morning the Shed is a satellite, circling the furthest stars…

Broccoli and Stilton Soup is #RecipeOfTheDay! I must tell you that this is best made with frozen broccoli, but if you’re using fresh, get enough to leave you a kilo just of florets, and roughly chop before cooking until soft. Do feel free to use any cheese you want! www.nigella.com/recipes/broc...

It’s Epiphany! And #RecipeOfTheDay celebrates it French-style with puff pastry and frangipane, in other words, this Galette des Rois👑 www.nigella.com/recipes/gale...

And this morning the Shed is a wishing-well, with a throat full of mossy whisperings…

Five days into the Government's 'strong start to January.' Day 1 blame the voters. Day 2, blame the civil service. Days 3-5, ignore international law. Voters & civil service didn't make a Labour government cut winter fuel payments & refuse a wealth tax. Join.greenparty.org.uk

Primark Cinderella.

And this morning the Shed is an outpost, looking out over a landscape of ancient stones under barren heath, and quilt of newly fallen snow…

And this morning the Shed is a wrought-iron gate, standing among brambles: guarding a city of forest and fern and the ghosts of summers past…

"A woman dressed as a pink Power Ranger hacked a dating site for far-right extremists. She deleted the entire site, but first she made users fall in love with AI bots she ran, thus obtaining information about them. Over 8,000 far-right profiles have now been mapped."

Have you looked outside to seen the moon? Isn’t it beautiful! The full Wolf Moon is tonight. The Northland Small paused on their journey to their new home to stop and look and let out a quiet howl of joy to the North Wind. Perhaps you might like to join them with a little howl too?

And this morning the Shed is a hidden fresco of a shed, revealed under the wallpaper of an old, deserted house…

And this morning the Shed is a rowing boat, crossing a lake of fathomless depth, where troubled giants of the deep play among the sunken streets…

And this morning the Shed is a quiet path between the dreaming winter trees…

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