Dave
Rothwell, near Wakefield. Suburban Yorkshire. Never far from the countryside. As a kid we'd go out just after breakfast and come back just before tea and it felt like you could get a long, long way on a bike. It probably weren't as far as we thought.

Dad was an engineer. Always had motorbikes. So I took things apart from the off. Knew my way round a two-stroke engine by about eight. The rest of the time we were making go-karts out of old pram wheels. Or cutting walking sticks with my granddad for his ageing mates, from an orchard round the corner.

Never academic. Better at drawing pictures than writing essays. A technology teacher sat us down marker rendering an old Braun camcorder. It introduced me to product design, which I didn't even know was a job.

I always wanted my mates with me. Art college was the first thing I ever did on my own but with every step of further education you meet people a bit more like you, until you filter down and find your people. Found mine sat next to Harry for the best part of fifteen years and we've been at it ever since. Even now we'll hop on the bikes together for a few days. Last trip to Denmark. One crash between us.

Outside work I throw the bikes in the back of the van and disappear off to the Surrey Hills. My eldest along for it these days. I'd like to tell you I'm relaxed. Harry would tell you I'm absolutely not. I project relaxed and I'm anxious behind the scenes. Which is probably why I care so much about the making. It's as much about the people as the stuff. Get into the factory early. Build something the line actually enjoy making and if they find it easy and like doing it, you've kind of nailed it.
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Harry
Brighton. Sussex by the Sea. It's home. It's a vibe. Vibrant and lively with a culture all its own. Was a sporty kid. Lots of football. The oldest of three. When we weren't out in the park we were building stuff. Lego, Brio, Meccano, the lot. Mum and dad always kept creativity going. Pens on the table, paper to draw on. Usually old sheets flipped over and reused. Still remember the papier-mâché Tracy Island they made us. Dad's a photographer. Mum's a writer now, a childminder back then. So it was never just us three. There was a houseful. A fortunate upbringing. No complaints. I look back fondly on all of it.

Went into my foundation thinking I'd do graphics and came out the other side in 3D. Found my people and got stuck into making things. Not sure any of it stands up now. But it was great fun. Then the best part of fifteen years sat right next to Dave at Matthew Hilton's. That's the foundation of everything. So me in Brighton and him in London now doesn't worry me. It's a small blip in the overall story. We'll be sat next to each other again soon enough. What we're after is one place to share. Rural enough to make a mess and a racket in the workshop. With a clean studio off to the side.

Outside work I've got two little ones. And the more they grow the more it's about being outdoors with them. Camping, anything in the open air. Brighton spoils me for live music and gigs. So I make the most of what's on the doorstep. The sociable, technical one, unlike Dave. Or so I keep telling him.

Time together to think.