Our granddaughter turned three yesterday.
She has her party this weekend, and we’ll be there, with cake and stories and the usual chaos. We don’t get to see the grandchildren as often as we’d like (they live miles away), so when we do, we really make the most of it. Time becomes its own kind of treasure.
And for us, time together means traditions.
Some are completely made up. Some are inherited. All of them are ours.
We’ve got a garden tradition that started when our eldest granddaughter was just three. We used to walk her around the garden, her little hand in ours, introducing her to the herbs and veg like they were old friends.
“This is the mint – it’s gone menthal.”
“This is the poobarb.” (Rhubarb. Obviously.)
“These are petite peas.” (Petit pois. French roots, Yorkshire accent.)
Now, she’s sixteen. She just had her prom.
I’m not sure how that happened. Time really does just get on with things while you’re not looking.
We won’t see her this weekend, she’s all grown up and full of plans. Our fourteen-year-old grandson is off doing his Duke of Edinburgh expedition. Another tradition rooted in community, challenge and confidence. We’re so proud of them both.
But the traditions? They still live on.
These days, every grandchild, from the teeny-tiny seven-month-old to the enthusiastic seven-year-old, gets the tour.
They sniff the mint, squish the rhubarb leaves, giggle at the idea of poobarb crumble. The garden doesn’t care how old you are. And neither do we.
And now, there’s a new tradition:
Sitting at the kitchen table with Grandad and building a Bert.
Glue pots. Copper wire. Little hands helping to hold a tool while Grandad gently guides them. Bits of scrap becoming something magical. A robot. A Bert. A story just waiting to happen.
Because tradition is important
It’s easy to think business needs to be slick, modern, hyper-efficient. And yes, we’re learning how to structure things properly, present ourselves clearly, and prepare for meetings with industry experts (like our wonderful mentor Hannah Saunders).
But the heart of Weebert’s World is built on tradition, just like our family.
🛠 Old things made new
📚 Stories passed down
👨👩👧👦 Time spent together, not just spent
That’s why when we say Weebert is built from scrap and story, we mean it. That’s not branding. That’s real life.
Our Berts are rooted in something deeper than the latest trend, they’re part of a tradition of making, of imagining, and of spending time well.
Even our seven-month-old granddaughter has now been on the official family garden tour. And one day, she’ll sit at the same table, glue a button to a washer, and call it a robot’s eye. Just like the others.
That’s how stories grow. Slowly. Honestly. Together.
You’re very welcome.
We’re not in a rush.
We’re not perfect.
We’re just building something that matters, from a kitchen table, a garden, and a whole lot of love.
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With love (and a sniff of menthal mint),
Lotty x
