A Little Glimmer from a Rainy Tuesday Morning You know, sometimes the most brilliant ideas don't strike you in a flash of lightning, but rather during a rather mundane, typically British, rainy Tuesday morning. I was sat in my workshop, the scent of polishing compound faintly in the air, a cup of builders' tea warming my hands, just watching the raindrops chase each other down the windowpane. My gaze drifted over a half-finished sketch on my workbench, something about flowing lines and hidden details, and suddenly, a thought just bloomed. It wasn't about the grand statement pieces we often cra...
