Every industry has them, but ours seems to breed them — the good bastards. You know the ones. The people who make a hard day’s graft not just bearable, but bloody enjoyable. The ones who bring the shed alive, keep everyone moving, and remind us why we love this mad job in the first place.

Let’s not beat around the bush—shed work is hard graft. From sun-up to sundown, it’s a high-pressure gig, and every role in the wool chain cops it in some way. It’s noisy, physical, bloody hot or freezing cold, and there’s always someone wanting something done five minutes ago. But here’s the real kicker: no one gets the job done alone.