Ploo (Steve Dean)

At the back of a garden shed on a row of old shelves lies an assortment of forgotten paint tins. The owner left them there many years ago, and, as so often happens, never came back for them. In this particular shed theres a hole in the roof which lets in a small amount of light and rain. This combination of light, water and freedom from disturbance has resulted in something wonderful. New life has evolved, but nothing like the spiders and wood lice of other sheds. These new creatures are much sm...