My younger brother built two bench tables some years ago but eventually, as will happen to all of us, time and rot overcame them. My skills have never veered into the path of something as useful as construction, so when it came time for a replacement Cathy and I decided on a very modest purchase.
Here is a photo of the chairs and table that I am sitting at as I write this. When I started the rooks were cascading some important piece of information, going by the intensity of their calls, probably along the lines of
"Oh look who has got pretensions to be a writer! Sat there at his table all writerly like, probably got nothing to say."
"He's been out there before you know. Fountain pen and paper last time and where did that get him."I put it down to their being jealous, Mr Poe immortalised the Raven, they get a Two Ronnies sketch - Rook Restaurant
Anyway here is my new working location, weather permitting, as it does currently.