A Little Something That Sparked It All You know, it's a funny old thing, isn't it, how a simple glint of metal can set off a whole train of thought, a proper cascade of memories and possibilities. I was just pottering about in the workshop the other afternoon, tinkering with a few bits and bobs, when a little chat I'd had with a lovely chap last week kept swirling around in my mind. He was telling me about how much his old, rather battered keyring meant to him, not for its inherent value, mind, but for the tiny, faded inscription on it – a date, a set of initials, something that just clicked f...
