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Posted on June 11, 2014 by Gary Carruthers

Clink Street, London, 11th June 2014

Like most watchmakers, I spend a lot of time screwing.  Or screwing things up, to be more precise. 

When you pick up hundreds of sub-millimetre parts in your tweezers every day, it's inevitable that some of them go PING! and fly off into the unknown.  Hands, rivets, screws.  At first I tried to find them, even sweeping the floor with magnets.  Eventually I realized the futility of it.  They ping off into a lost dimension.

Or so I thought.  I was tidying up the my watchmaking desk today and found screw heaven, tucked between a bottle of acetone and a tub of spare dials.  There they all were, looking sheepish and a little dusty.  But the shepherd had found them.

 

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