A Little Whisper from the Heart, Eh? You know, it’s a funny old thing, isn’t it, how a tiny moment can just spark a whole flurry of ideas? I was pottering about in my garden the other day, cuppa in hand, watching my niece, little Ruby, drawing in the dirt with a stick. She was meticulously tracing letters, all wobbly and sweet, trying to spell out her mum’s name, adding a little cross at the end, bless her. It wasn't perfect, not by a long shot, but it was so utterly her, so full of pure, unadulterated affection. That's when it hit me, like a gentle tap on the shoulder from inspiration itself:...
