Come to my shed

This morning John, who owns the flat we're in, popped round to ask if I'd like to come to his shed. This is not as sinister as it sounds: shed, in this context, means something close to hobby and craft club. John's is a woodworking club, where he and others, including women, make, and collaborate on,  wooden artefacts. His house contains several that he has made himself - tables, bowls, that sort of thing - all from local pine and cedar, as well as anything else lying about. The quality is very high, but pride of place goes to a model of Cologne Cathedral, made by a German guy and his wife. This contains stunning detail and moving parts. The picture does not really do it justice, but gives you an idea

They actually made two, one of which John has, the other raffled by the club, raising. $1000. The man who won it, took it home, only for his wife to say 'that's not coming in here', so it's being re-raffled.

Anyway, we were already committed today, but we've agreed to go next week.