Shirts Galore…

image1Just over a year ago my father died, a mere 4 weeks short of his 89th birthday. He was a strange, challenging and sometimes delightful fellow, blessed with a creative streak which he channelled into furniture making. In the seventies he was removedĀ from his position as chairman of a brass foundry (his ideas to make the company profitable once more were just too far ahead of the game at the time), and was of an age where getting another job was oh so difficult. After 18 months it was decided that we would move to our cottage on the mountainside, overlooking the sea in Pembrokeshire. Continue reading