Before, it had been something of a dumping ground.
'There was an old rolled-up carpet, bits of driftwood, parts of an old boat,' explains 14-year-old Makenzy, the youngest daughter of the house.
'It was dark, dusty, no electrics or anything, so when I was working in here in the winter, I'd have to use the light from my mobile phone.'
No longer! The place has been tidied up, the detritus tossed out, and the walls painted.
There is light, too, at the flick of a switch. 'Dad put lights in for me,' beams Makenzy. Dad David, 55, grimaces.