This is the story not of the sweet wildfower honey from the New Quay Honey Farm nor of the creamy, intense Welsh cheese from Caws Cenarth but rather the black slate they sit upon. We saw black slate being used everywhere as a serving platter. We also saw it at a boutique gift shop for £30. It was beautiful and we were tempted except the price tag kept stopping us.
Brian then suggested, “why don’t you just go to a hardware store? I’m sure they have slate there.” Ahhh….a few googles later we traveled down a windy one lane rode intended for two vehicles and found ourselves at a serious hardware store. The kind where builders go, not an American looking for a fancy cheese board. It was intimidating. I instantly regretted not buying the £30 one. But here we were. So I hopped (reluctantly) out of the car and asked Lincoln if he wanted to come in. I needed someones hand to hold and a child’s would be the perfect support.
We approached the desk and asked if they had any slate we could purchase. The older gentleman said yes and what would we be using it for? “Cheese?” I meekly answered just waiting for him to burst out laughing. Instead he was incredibly kind and walked us out to the crate of slate. There were even some broken pieces which would work perfectly. £4.80 later, we were back in our car with two beautiful pieces of slate.
This was a small but important lesson for me. It’s something my first manager instilled in me, always telling me that there were “nine ways to skin a cat.” Somewhere along the way in life, I moved more towards the convenient and efficient. It was easier. Easier has a price tag as well and one I no longer wish to pay. I’m commited to continually challenging myself to think differently.