She wanders over to the shed looking for a ball or a bike, wrestles with it for a while - and then there's the howling when it gets stuck! I'm not sure whether she knows what it is she's going in for, but there's always the same pattern of activity.
This is the looking stage, now what shall I play with today?
It reminds me of going to my grandfather's garden shed in Underwood Road, which was filled with interesting stuff. A bike, an old lawn mower, some tins of paint. I don't know if I could exactly remember the smell, but it's familiar smell, and yet nothing like our own shed.