Nicholas Engert | Inspiration

It is at once nonsensical but utterly pleasurable. And it is this pastime which has stolen my leisure, not to mention my writing time, during the past two months. I of course blame my younger son who, inventively, gave us...

When I was growing up in the 1960’s there stood in the corner of our sitting room a magnificent Grundig wireless set. This was radio as furniture - a statement. A polished mahogany cabinet with a facia comprising a loudspeaker grille, below which was the backlit glass “dial” which listed the radio stations from around the world.

The dining room is one of the few spaces in the home designed specifically for shared time — long meals, celebrations and everyday moments alike. Wallpaper plays a defining role here, adding depth, texture and personality in a way paint alone often cannot.

I have always been fascinated by symbols, badges and logos. These designs act as a gateway to a sub world of brands, clubs and memberships. They confirm identity and belonging.

It has been at least five years since I have worn a watch. I have a collection of timepieces, none of which are exceptional but all of which had broken down and remained unloved for over five years in a drawer.

The Prince of Wales tartan is a pattern steeped in heritage and elegance. Originating in the Scottish Highlands, this classic check design has become a hallmark of British sartorial sophistication. With deep roots in aristocracy and a presence in modern fashion, it continues to captivate designers and style-conscious individuals alike.

In a world of mass production, the enduring charm of hand-woven baskets offers a refreshing return to quality, character, and conscious living. Whether you're looking to create a serene, natural space or searching for a stylish and supportive dog bed, hand-woven baskets blend craftsmanship and elegance for every corner of the home.

Once Christmas is over and the decorations and lights have been packed away for another year, the house can seem very empty and, as we head into the depths of winter, a little cold.

My grandfather came to live with us after becoming a widower. I think the year was 1965. He arrived as a ready made throwback to the pre war era - baggy trousers, combinations, detachable collars, waistcoat complete with pocket watch and chain and a trilby hat. And his pipe!