Blown glass held in a tall frame of dark wood, slender columns at the corners, brass coloured collars at every joint.
The sand falls in one thin steady thread, and the whole business is far quieter than any timer with a screen on it. Turn it over and the room slows down a fraction.
This 60min hour glass that gets picked up and put down again through the day, so keep it within reach: a study desk, a bedside table, a kitchen shelf where tea is steeping or a pan needs watching. Stacked on books it passes for sculpture and keeps its usefulness politely out of sight.
