In former days, estates with greenhouses always had a potting room, a place to coax plants from seedlings to strength, until they were ready for the garden. Potting sheds are filled with pots of all sizes and shapes, right at hand, on shelves, ready to be grabbed.
In the potting shed, when seedlings are just starting, gardeners carefully tend their treasures. From the first flurry of spring and on through the summer, a potting shed is the ideal locus for the muddy fingered work of transplanting young sprouts to bigger pots and dividing perennials. Unlike the shed you store your garden equipment in, the potting shed is a place where one can garden happily even on the rainiest of days. As days warm and containers need to be planted the shed becomes what it is – an essential part of the garden.
While I was on Owl Island I took the time to visit the whimsical potting sheds at Owl House, the estate that is kept alive by volunteers who come to work and tend their special seeds. These potting sheds are not the norm. Here you can watch ideas germinate, grow and develop.
Passengers who choose to stay on board for long periods often decide to leave their cabins and come on up to P Deck for the Pythian Games. 
Some passengers of the Vulcania have responded to the call of the piper and they are travelling overland, on Donkeys. Each night at twelve midnight donkeys wait in the stable behind the Swan and Rose Inn, ready to take newcomers on the increasingly, well todden road most travelled.
SS Vulcania 