There’s something so English to me about red brick and rusty tools leaning up against a shed. This isn’t a shed – it’s a roofless enclosure behind the kitchen that collects crap. It has the remains of a floor and once had a roof and door and I suspect when the house was built it was the toilet. The kitchen and bathroom are clearly new extensions to the house, so this would have been the only plumbing around. I have a friend here, my age, who grew up in a house just down the road with no indoor plumbing. They used to visit her gran for baths. I find this amazing, to be honest.