Creativity & Ageing – Sheds – Gardens & Gatherings.

It’s dead good in my shed. Good for my head. Sometimes, I feel like I’m playing house or making a den. Me and a book, or a time for daydreaming. I love it when it rains, pitter, patter on the roof. Cosy. A place to keep little things that are not needed, not useful, but loved, not for the great tip where unwanted things go to die, to lie on waste ground. Wasted.

I held a garden shed inside my head, a place for me, a place to be – to be alone and potter, to ponder upon life and its adventures. For a long time, I had no Garden or a space in which I could put a Shed, take it out of my head. I found a space on Deptford High Street, up on the roof. I could see, Chimney Pots and St. Nicolas Church, a clock upon its Spire, and beyond, the masts of Cutty Sark and the dome of the Royal Observatory Greenwich, the Prime Meridian: Greenwich Mean Time. I could see Deptford Station and the trains from London Bridge on the way to Greenwich and on to Kent. My time on earth. Here is a story about my Sheds.

Charles Mingus in my Shed

Ray Charles in my Shed

Charles Mingus in my Shed.

Below Today in my Shed. The Yellow Daffodils are coming. February 12th 2020

I am a lucky old Gal. I have two sheds. One for tools and garden stuff and the other for day dreaming.

Below. Chalcot Square Shed London N1. Not my Garden, but there was a shed.

Terri and the shed.

Below. Deptford Shed London SE8

Moving into 110L Deptford High Street. Up on the roof.

Looking down on The Market & the Chimneys.

St. Nicolas Church on the left.

View from my home on Deptford High Street.

A gathering on the roof.

Mark & Howard on the roof. Howard appears to have rooted in!

Jeremy Birchill.

Karen Sarah & Graham.

Nina Temple, me & Didi Hopkins

Pip, Karen, Didi, Josefina Cupido ..

Below. Folkestone Sheds 1 2010

Folkestone Shed 2 early days 2011

Ta Dah! It’s beginning, my garden with sheds. Spring 2011.

Early days between the sheds. 2011-2012.

Above. Jim’s Cherubs

2015.

Through the kitchen window.

A gathering a few summers ago.

Thank you to one and all… for making the afternoon so special.
Thank you to those who may have danced the dance for the Sun?
In secret, or otherwise?
A song for all with love.
Sung to the tune of …
‘My Little Red Top.’ Ben Kynard / Lionel Hampton)
I first heard it by the sublime King Pleasure & Betty Carter (1952)

Annie & her red trombone.

My little red top into Annie’s red trombone.


A day in Folkestone Town with…
Ginger & Garlic.
Annie’s Little Red Trom-bone,
it really gets you swinging.
Going around and round.
Don’t you ever stop.
You’ve got me so that if I don’t swing around.
Sure gonna drop, gonna drop, gonna drop.

People in my Shed

Mark & Sam. My beloved Son.

Mark & Pip.

Annie in the shed.
Howard & Jennifer.

Helen & Sharon

Me & my beloved babies.

Various Gatherings between the Sheds. Humans & Animals.

A flock of Pigeons used to gather before the cats arrived. I used to call them ‘You Lot.’

My beloved Daughter.

We had baby oranges last summer 2019

Ella the Cat

Little Minnie Trott.

Mark & Howard.

Mark, Howard & Paul

Jennifer on the Keys,
A’ laying down the groo-oove.
Playing those Ivories,
Don’t you ever stop.
They make wanna sing till I spin.
Not gonna drop, gonna drop.

One summer day in the garden.
Folk in Folky diggin’ the sky.
Mark in the trees peepin’ through,
Yvonne in the Toma-toes.
Beat sittin’ in the sun.
Wine flowing, Juicy juice, food going…. down.

Sacha & Steven

Sacha.

Kasia

Michael Kemp.

Paul Romane.

Jane picking for supper

Sarah & me.

Above & below. Sacha & Kasia

Jane

Jane’s golden carrots went down a treat,
Chicken delicious and salads of green.
Cheese, biscuits and pickles are loverly.
Beetroot salad, lots’a beans,
Yvonne’s Eton Mess, where’s my spoon?
Indian Mango’s and plums, Fresh figs on a dish… Karen….

Garden gatherings.

A fishy tale? Honestly Annie, it was this big!

Carol Pip Annie & me.

Michael Kemp.

Anne, Jenny & me.

Harvey.

The garden gathering – red top

Mark and Carol – in Howard’s shed…
Picking up Sun-Rays.
Pip, Didi and Karen, Andrew and Debs.
Sooty and Michael ..
Kasia and Sam. Mark and Tremaine. Liz, Tim, Anne and Sarah.
Let’s party ‘till twilight.

We had three Marks, Hewins, Jennet,
Matharu — he took the Photos.
Oh my God. Is that me?
Remind me, oh please, my hair’s a disaster.
The sky was blue, blue, I danced it for you.
So Old Mother Nature, take your bow.

Cats various

Below Ella the Cat

Below. Theo the marmalade Cat

Louis the Cat

Reflections

Above. Beloved Tiffy, so sad she has passed.

No, that wine is mine.

Some Wildflowers

                   

More of my words to red top

There are so many more words,
You would run out of breath.
Chocolates and Cakes…..
Too many to mention.
Dear Carol I say,
Kasia and I – looked through your wonderful Book ….
last night in my bed wearing Pyjamas.

           Didi... a bag from Japan.. a beautiful Fan....
           I will sit in my garden,
           wave away wasps, and think of you when, 
           at night 
           I will light little candles 
           in those beautiful pots, 
           place olives in Mark Jennet's  
           red yellow green bowl
           and think of you both there by the River.

            And Sooty your sky, I love,
             and will find, a special place in my home 
             where I will hang it.
             Scoop, dip, daddly doo
             Shwee, be da dee doo
             Whoa dee whoo, whoo.
             Good bye see you soon. 
             When ever our roads interwine 
             And I love you. 



        

Ray Charles in the Shed & Mingus in the Shed.

Above. Ray Charles in my Shed. With Jasmine.

Girl with pearl earring in the Shed.

Peeping in & out.

Inside my shed.

ABOVE. Roses and Honeysuckle clambering over shed and an arch.

Gatherings with Wine and Food teas & coffees & the garden’s growings.

Jennifer & me. And Cake!