My family (well, Ann really) bought me a skeleton watch last Christmas. It’s one where you can see the clockwork insides moving – and of course you have to wind it up. It was a great present for me.
When we got engaged my parents bought us a cuckoo clock. I liked that too. Again, moving things and mechanisms fascinate me.
I really enjoyed visiting Marsh Mill a few years ago, and seeing the wooden gears, including differentials, that make up the mechanisms inside. Quite amusingly, Ann and I had decided to go on a jolly to Fleetwood, since I’d never been before, and we popped in en-route, little knowing that within the year we would be living nearby.
Living as a bachelor I didn’t have a single clock in the house!
We also have a chiming clockwork clock now, which we gave a home to from Ann’s folk’s house.
I suppose I like things that are complex and move in planned harmony – particularly when the part of it is visible and moves with repetitive chaos, while the hands of the clock move with serenity, accuracy and grace.
A bit like the body machine that Paul compares the church to in Corinthians.