So next time you’re driving through Stoke-on-Trent, look for the timber yard with the big stack of wood outside. Pull over. Walk in. Say hello.
You might not buy anything, but you’ll see a side of the city that’s alive, earthy, and surprisingly inspiring. It’s a reminder that behind every house, every table, and every guitar, there’s a piece of Staffordshire wood waiting for its moment.
Now, isn’t that a bit cooler than you expected?
