Bakelite – and a perfect Wyn-win encounter

It started with a call out of the blue, delivered in a lovely Welsh lilt from a village near Carmarthen, west of Swansea. Two weeks later, over half a century of family history had been restored. And some Bakelite was gleaming on the Welsh dresser. * “I’ve got an old clock that doesn’t work. HowContinue reading “Bakelite – and a perfect Wyn-win encounter”