My father, Robin Foote, has been a shed dweller since I can remember. He occasionally comes up for air to go to work as a Business Analyst or for a cup of coffee (instant, hold the sugar) before sliding downstairs to continue tinkering, polishing, grinding, and assembling.
The current shed in question is the double garage of my parents’ house in suburban Auckland, quiet except for the odd ear-piercing bit of grinding coming from the garage-cum-man cave. My parents have lived in this house for the last ten years and Dad really taken ownership of the garage, cultivating quite the tool shed.
He is really is quite the eccentric and has generated much amusement for our family from his quirky ways. My favourite example is the “phone strap,” a device made from nylon strapping that ties around the cordless phone and his head, held together with a peg. This way he can talk on the phone and continue tinkering in the garage, but it looks endearingly odd.

Read more in the Aug/Sept 2010 issue of The Shed