A Cuppa, A Chat, and The Seed of an Idea There was a rather chilly morning not too long ago, a proper British grey one, where I found myself nursing a mug of builder's tea, looking out at the old oak in the garden. It had weathered countless storms, seen generations come and go, and its roots ran deep, holding firm. That’s when it hit me, a lovely little spark of an idea, really, about how we often look for something tangible to represent those deep, enduring connections we share with others. We frequently see people gravitate towards something heartfelt, perhaps an Initial print personalised ...
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