The Heart of the Matter: Rings, Memories, and a Cuppa You see, sometimes, I’m sat here in the workshop, surrounded by the hum of the polishing lathe and the faint scent of metal dust, and my mind just drifts off. It happens frequently, actually. I think back to all the bits and bobs we’ve made over the years, the incredible stories behind each piece, and how a simple idea can blossom into something truly extraordinary. Just the other day, my niece, bless her cotton socks, was showing off a rathe...