Before coming to the United States in 1979, I had a frameshop just outside Worcester in the West Midlands of England. It was in a little spot known as Deblins Green, near the village of Callow End.
My business was housed in an old WWII Nissen Hut, picture above. During the war this type of structure was only meant to suffice as a temporary building, so by the 1970s some 30 years later, it was in pretty bad shape.
The corrugated iron roof leaked constantly. To repair it I would tie a rock on the end of a piece of rope, and throw it over the roof. Then I would drive a metal stake in the ground and tie one end of the rope to it.
From the opposite side of the building I would walk up the curved side pulling myself up with the rope as I went. When I found the holes, I would patch them with tar and paper. The corrugated metal was so rusty, it was like paper itself, and for every hole I fixed I created several more.
I shared the building with a friend who did auto body repairs. A year or so after I left, the building was torn down and a house built on the spot.
I still have an old note book where I recorded frame numbers; its pages are water stained and the ink has run in places, a reminder of how that old tin roof constantly leaked