That's Roald Dahl's writing shed.
And here's Virginia Woolf's:
I actually visited Mark Twain's one weird summer when I escaped with my first love to upstate New York. That's a whole other post, I suppose -- or maybe even a book. Here's his "shed:"
And who wouldn't want one of these? That's George Bernard Shaw and his writing shed.
No wonder Dylan Thomas waxed so lyrical from this creative space:
You can get a glimpse into my real character if I told you that when I read about these writing cabins and then saw the photos -- well -- I practically peed in my pants.
You can see the rest here.
