Mancave is now internet. All is lost. I had a study/studio. All my books, gramps cracked old leather wingback, toolbox hidden behind the easel. Giant desk. Nice hi fi set up. It too had a view, towards oak forest, over the Severn Valley. Utter peace, and a great place to study, work, relax, entertain and contemplate. Around the year 2k a PC w/monitor entered the room. The room went dark. All was forgotten. All was now on the screen. I became a nocturnal hunchback, my face lit by the screen. The study was now just a junk room with a glowing monitor on a desk. The next study/studio followed suit, the PC died, the tablet replaced. A big room for a small screen.
Now we have moved again. We lost a room. No study, no studio, but I do have a brick shed. The shed has no internet. There may be hope…