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.