Today is a holiday here, and this morning before going down to the pub for an afternoon of oompah band, beer and kasknödel I thought I'd clean up the workshop and have a muse. However, it's impossible to maintain indignation in a mancave, really quite impossible. That's the whole point of them. So with apologies, here's a little shedporn instead;
The workshop is in one of the side aisles of the middle floor of the 300 yo barn; under will be the microbrewery. Workbenches I made for peanuts from 200 x 40 Spruce (ripped as required) which costs £2/m here. Two English FAQs: (1) No, the rain or snow never comes though the gaps / holes / owl openings because the roof overhangs by at least four feet and (2) no, nothing rusts because the air is so much drier here than In England.