Whatever I needed he could create, and whatever was broken he could mend – from a Big Trak (80's electric robot) to a moped. Everything was possible. He would take my ideas or broken toys into his tiny shed, which smelled 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 allows clients to relax, discuss over a cuppa and then fulfill their wishes, The T Shed seemed like an appropriate name.