A Little Something From Our Heart, Right to Yours You know, there are days in the workshop when the air practically hums with a sort of quiet magic. It is not just the whirring of a polishing wheel or the gentle tap-tap-tap of a jeweller’s hammer; it is something far more profound. I often find myself thinking about the countless stories held within the gold we shape, the memories waiting to be etched into existence. Just the other week, my own grandson, little Leo, came bounding into my studio, all excited about a tiny, shiny pebble he had found. His eyes, wide with wonder, reminded me so muc...
