In true Wharfedale Men’s Shed spirit, Malcolm, Loz and Bob didn’t let a little thing like the pouring rain dampen their determination. As the heavens opened, our fearless trio rolled up their sleeves and donned their waterproofs (or at least what they optimistically thought were waterproofs). A trusty gazebo was brought into action, although its flimsy resistance against the torrential downpour was about as reassuring as a paper umbrella in a monsoon.

Undeterred, the men soldiered on, cheerfully embracing the kind of drizzle that would have made Noah start eyeing up timber prices. Loz, armed with a cup of tea that seemed to refill itself every few minutes, joked that they were simply “adding a bit of moisture to the wood,” while Bob gamely reminded everyone that “it’s only water, after all,” just before accidentally tipping a bucket’s worth over his boots. Malcolm was a bit concerned that his gazebo was getting wet.

But with typical Shedders’ grit and a fair bit of Yorkshire stubbornness, the work continued, and by the end of the day, the gazebo was still standing, the tea had run dry, and Malcolm, Loz and Bob were as soaked as the tools they’d bravely wielded. It just goes to show – a bit of rain is no match for Shedders on a mission.