A Cuppa, A Sketchbook, And The Start Of Something Special You know, some of the very best ideas often just bubble up when you least expect them, don't they? I remember it was a rather grey, blustery Tuesday afternoon, the kind where the rain was doing its best to impersonate a waterfall outside the workshop window. I had a proper mug of builder's tea steaming gently by my side, a half-eaten custard cream threatening to vanish into oblivion, and my trusty, dog-eared sketchbook laid open. My mind, as it often does, was wandering through the beautiful tapestry of stories people tell us, the littl...
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