My Grandfather Douglas was a blacksmith/farrier, he followed a line of blacksmiths/farriers, three generations before him.
I spent every single moment I could with him in his shop. From the smallest piece of metal to the largest he could handle, he created simple tools, housewares/knife-wear, massive gates for mansions and estate houses, fireplace tools, and artistic pieces for homes and gardens. Best times of my life, were spent sitting on a tree stump not too far from the forge, all toasty warm with a cup of tea, and him with his little lid of whiskey, listening to stories of his adventures and long ago, or one of the many locals who would stop by to share a bit of gossip, or have a small job done for themselves.
Men like my Grandfather and yourself always amaze me, and I sit in awe of the talent and soul a man must possess to take something so cold and barren, and produce such warmth and beauty.