From the archives — original illustrations from Darcy with a linking narrative. Is there a more quintessentially English structure than the garden shed? That haven for menfolk, a dark and musty refuge offering tranquillity and, of course, privacy. Where a man can escape from the realities of the outside world and indulge himself in any number of small tasks or hobbies. Most are small, cosy, comfortable spots, where tools and implements can be stored, where pipes or cigars can be smoked, where lumps of wood can be whittled down into something more useful like a peg, or a spoon, or a paddle. Where bunches of twigs might be woven together to form a basket, or merely tied at one end in a bunch to form a birch. Old discarded objects tend to gather in sheds, where they can be put to alternative uses. Table tennis bats, old hairbrushes, odd slippers — all can find a new purpose in the right hands. An off-cut of leather might seem useless, but fix it to a sturdy handle and you have a t