Strangly dad always like the garden shed well in fact it was our wendy house and it was enormous. He locked himself in there for hours when we were back from school. He claimed it was the only place where he could get a bit of peace and quiet to read, d accounts etc. Don't blame him to be honest coming from a large family and having kids making alot of noise at the end of a long day he needed to get away.
When we complained especially when we wanted to play in it he used to go into the bunk house where the 16 pack hounds lived and had the dogs for company. Failing that it was the stable block at the bottom of the garden. Where the grumpy old mare used to pull faces at him (not my mother) the 4 legged throughbred and her side kick the dartmoor, but as he said it was so quiet and solitary there he could gather his thoughts and get things done.
Looking back on it I don't blame him in the slightest