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My Letter Carving Workshop is Now Open for Business!



Life-living letter carver, carve me a letter

crisp on my headstone and fill it with wonder

I'd like to carve it, but you would do better,

for you stand above this earth and I am laid under.

- Tom Wiggins


My new letter carving workshop is now open for business.  Taking bespoke commissions such as memorials (including headstones and cremation tablets), opening plaques and heraldry.  If you're looking for fine hand-carved lettering designed and carved by a fully trained stonemason and letter carver, please get in touch.   I'd be very happy to talk you through the process from design stage right through to installation. 

Telephone: 07791969667

E-mail: tomwiggins86@gmail.com

Website: www.tomwiggins.co.uk

A bit about me: 

Born and raised in Gloucester, I now live and work as a letter carver in the beautiful market town of Chipping Norton, Oxfordshire. 

My journey in stone began in 2013 with a three-year Diploma in Stonemasonry at The City of Bath College. This was followed by a place on The Prince's Foundation's prestigious Building Craft Apprenticeship Programme from 2016 to 2017 where I worked as a stonemason at York Minster, Lincoln Cathedral, Worcester Cathedral, Muncaster Castle and was part of a three-month build at King Charles' Dumfries House estate in East Ayrshire, Scotland. I then did a traditional four-year letter carving apprenticeship with master letter carver Fergus Wessel at his Stoneletters Studio from 2017 to 2021 and spent a further four years there working alongside him as his assistant.

I now have my own workshop in Chipping Norton, taking on commissions from all over the UK.  





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