A Little Story About Finding What Truly Lasts You know, sometimes, inspiration strikes you when you least expect it. I was out walking, just last week, in one of those gorgeous antique markets we have tucked away in the British countryside. The kind of place where every stall has a thousand stories clinging to it, where the air smells faintly of old books and polish. My eyes landed on this utterly charming old locket, nestled amongst some other bits and bobs, slightly worn, with a faint pattern that only became clear when you held it just right, tilted it towards the light. It wasn’t flashy, n...
