I was actually musing Kitchen Yetis. I've yet to explore the crytozoology of my local environs, when you're regularly trafficking between Heaven and Hell it's hard to focus on Surrey.
I do have a vertiginous garden out the back of The Asbestos Palace, where it rises to the dramatic eyrie of the summer house (not a shed at all, it has a veranda). Occasionally the pampas grass in front rustles ominously.