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Lughnasadh, first harvest. May your bread rise well, and your beer be tasty. Celebrate the grain, and your personal harvest. May it be bountiful. Art by Wendy Andrew, The Glittering Fox, and Danielle Barlow 🌞🥖🍞🍺🍻🌾🌻
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It's that time of year, in which, between now and Christmas Eve, the Shed opens a new door every day, taking you on a journey. Welcome to #Shedvent, everyone...
December 1, 2025 at 6:47 PM
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And the first door of #Shedvent opens onto a sparkling field of snow; luminous in the moonlight; peopled with dancing shadows...
December 1, 2025 at 6:49 PM
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Door 2 of #Shedvent: the Northern Lights, unfurling gently in purple and green over the flawless field of snow...
December 2, 2025 at 8:18 AM
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Here's a #Shedvent gift for you: it's the recipe for Guy's xocolatl spice powder, from VIANNE... www.joanne-harris.co.uk/news/decembe...
December in the Shed… | Joanne Harris
www.joanne-harris.co.uk
December 2, 2025 at 10:46 AM
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And this morning the Shed is a gondola, gliding through the tall reeds…
December 1, 2025 at 9:03 AM
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And this morning the Shed is an inscription, in runes, on the gate of an ancient fort: carved in the language of a time when sheds were sheds, and built to last...
November 29, 2025 at 9:13 AM
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And this morning the Shed is an armchair, worn perfectly to the shape of its wearer, and buffed to a gentle patina with the lustrous, leisurely hours…
November 30, 2025 at 9:05 AM
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November 29, 2025 at 7:41 PM
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And this morning the Shed is a block print design, depicting multicoloured sheds against a yellow background…
November 28, 2025 at 7:25 AM
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Well, this isn't terrifying at all...
19th century wooden “walking” doll with a wheel of eight legs ~ when costumed, the doll’s long dress would cover most of the leg mechanism, allowing the doll to “walk” when moving, while appearing to have only two legs at any one time www.theriaults.com/events/listi...
November 27, 2025 at 9:10 AM
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And this morning the Shed is a hieroglyph on the carapace of an emerald beetle, resting under a date palm…
November 27, 2025 at 8:33 AM
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Every single person in Britain: "the chippy" or, if we're being fancy, "the chip shop"

The New York Times: "the french fry restaurant"
new favourite New York Times term for a British thing just dropped
November 26, 2025 at 10:33 AM
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Hello , here is your #FoxOfTheDay from @gweebarraG !
November 27, 2025 at 7:00 AM
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New Ways November - Day 27: Join a friend doing their hobby and find out why they love it actionforhappiness.org/new-ways-nov... #NewWaysNovember
November 27, 2025 at 7:00 AM
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And this morning the Shed is a Montgolfier, rising through the gilded clouds…
November 26, 2025 at 7:30 AM
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And this morning the Shed is a pale image of a shed, outlined in frost, on the window of another shed, deep in the snows of the frozen north…
November 25, 2025 at 8:29 AM
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The 25th of November is St Catherine's feast day.

"This isn't about God,
the stained-glass legends of broken wheels, the barrowload
of miracles, or the dinner-plate halo they will nail to your head.

Under the gospel,
the truth of it: woman answers back, ends up dead."

- Rosie Garland
November 25, 2025 at 9:53 AM
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November 24, 2025 at 9:21 AM
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And this morning the Shed is a wanderer among the fields and hedges; picking mushrooms; gathering sloes; skimming stones on the water…
November 24, 2025 at 8:16 AM
@joannechocolat.bsky.social

Montmartre, today. By Emmanuel
November 23, 2025 at 9:08 PM
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This is a simply wonderful piece of writing.
November 23, 2025 at 10:42 AM
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I wrote a little story about the dangers of letting wasps live rent-free inside your head. Buy me a cup of tea if the spirit moves you, or just read it here for free... ko-fi.com/post/The-Was...
The Wasp King
Joanne Harris and the Storytime Band published a post on Ko-fi
ko-fi.com
November 23, 2025 at 4:22 PM
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And this morning the Shed is a home of driftwood and shells at the edge of a pebble beach. The only sound, that of the sea. Overhead, the circling of gulls in the candyfloss sky.
November 23, 2025 at 9:03 AM
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And this morning the Shed is a knuckle of flint, deep in the cleft of a hollow tree; keeping its secrets; unbreakable…
November 21, 2025 at 8:28 AM
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And this morning the Shed is a roadside inn; warm hearth and golden windows..,
November 22, 2025 at 8:25 AM