"I have a weakness for sheds or huts of all kinds, no doubt inherited from the bothy my father built for me and my animal familiars at the end of the garden when I was about six. These days my cosy cabin is a shepherd's hut in the lee of a southfacing Suffolk hedge and a big ash tree a field away from the house. Perched on iron wheels, it is lined with close-grained pine boards stained a deep hone-amber by years of woodsmoke seeping from the stove. There's a simple chair and table where I often work, oil lamps and candles, sun-faded curtains, and a wooden bed."
It's a very readable and very enjoyable book, with plenty of food for thought about our lifestyles in general, as well as sheds.
"There's more truth about a camp than a house because that's the position we are in. The house represents what we ourselves would like to be on earth: permanent, rooted, here for eternity. But a camp represents the true reality of things: we're just passing through."
You can hear Deakin talking a bit about his shepherd's hut and his garden in general on the BBC here.
This will be the first in a regular series of Tuesday posts about shepherds' huts because they're so lovely.