Whatever I needed he could create, and whatever was broken he could mend – from a Big Trak to a moped. Everything was possible. He would take the idea or thing into his tiny shed that smelt of oil and grit, and whilst grandma made me a cup of tea, the magic would happen. How he did it I shall never know, but he always made the impossible possible. In putting together a design company that is really personal, very hands on, and listens to its clients, The T Shed seemed like an appropriate name.