The wheel maker

Today I met a bicycle wheel maker in Clachan of Campsie.    I didn't mean to as I'd just gone to collect the bikes after a service.


Clachan is a collection of a few houses at the Campsie foothills with a small bicycle repair shop.      The wheel maker works in a back room piled high with parts,  papers,  and even the remains of a rhubarb pie.     Hanging from the ceiling were frames,  some  made of titanium and weighing grams.
All skills are important


The shop doesn't sell bikes,  it makes them.    There must be few places like it in all the UK.


Whatever skills God has given us,  even the smallest of ones,   they're worthwhile having.

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