A Cuppa, A Sketch, and the Heart of a Grandmother's Tale There is nothing quite like the early morning light here in the workshop, is there? It spills over the workbench, illuminating all the little tools, the metal sheets waiting for their story to be told, and the smudges of yesterday's endeavours. Sometimes, as I am sipping my builders' tea, usually a bit too strong, I find myself just gazing at the quiet hum of it all, thinking about how each piece we create starts its life. It is often from the simplest of moments, a fleeting thought, or a warm memory that our ideas truly take root and fl...
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