Wanderings and Whispers of a West Country Wonder You know, sometimes I find myself just staring out of the window, cup of tea in hand, thinking about all the lovely bits and bobs we get to bring to life here. It’s a proper privilege, really, taking a blank piece of metal and coaxing it into something that’ll sit close to someone’s heart, a little whisper of a memory or a dream. Just the other day, I was pondering how a simple idea can take flight, much like a tiny creature finding its wings. There's a particular kind of magic in seeing something delicate and sweet come together, something like...
