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I'm five years old, I climb high, up into my grandparents bed for a sleepover with my brother.

 

Everthing is large, the bedspread, the pillow, the light.

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Beside me is a clock: a wind-up brass clock with large alarm bells on top. But the best part is the face, it captivated me, large numbers around the perimeter and in the centre, the most wonderful optical illusion, spirals rotating through spirals, drawing me in as it tick tocked its way round.

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The feelings it generated have never left me.

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Now, from time spent mastering rub down lettering before computers, a Heidleberg GTO offset printer, creating computer artwork for large international companies, and a whole bunch of other stuff, my journey leads here - making my own clocks - how lucky am I?