A cobweb and dust filled workshop , laying dormant since my father passed away a few years ago. I’ve visited it many times since he died , but until now , I haven’t been able to stay in there for long , either through sadness or feeling like I was intruding – he was a very private man and his workshop was his castle . With all my tools and printing equipment , patiently waiting in boxes , I decided the time had come. I would make this workshop mine . It was a day and a half well spent. A complete clean , a complete reorganisation , a creation of new space and light – the workshop has passed from father to son . – Thanks dad.