A Quiet Cuppa, A Deep Thought, and That Little Disc of Wonder There are some mornings, aren’t there, when you’re sat there, brew in hand, perhaps looking out at the drizzle or the budding sunshine, and a particular piece just pops into your head. It’s not always the flashiest one, mind you, sometimes it’s one that holds a quiet power, a subtle resonance. I was having one of those moments just the other day, thinking about how we pour a little bit of ourselves, and our skill, into every single item that leaves the workshop. It got me reminiscing about some of the earlier, perhaps more whimsical...