A Cuppa, a Blustery Day, and a Spark of Brilliance It was a blustery Tuesday, the kind where the rain lashed against the workshop window, and the kettle was on its third boil by ten o'clock. I remember sipping my tea, watching the drops race each other down the pane, and my mind started wandering. You know those moments, don't you? When a seemingly ordinary day suddenly sparks an idea that’s been quietly brewing in the background. My gaze fell upon a stack of old design sketches, some half-formed thoughts from years past, bits of inspiration that never quite found their home. One sketch, a rather simplistic bar, but with an elegance about its...
