Grandpa's hands

I remember sitting beside Grandpa on a single sofa seat in the lounge room at Claire St Ulverstone examining his hands.  They were large, and old.  The skin on his fingertips and palms was thick.  I remember being fascinated with how I could lightly pinch or press the skin, and the pinch or press would stay!  It was a totally relaxed snuggled up sort of occasion, and he let me turn his hands this way and that to look at them closely and touch them.
They were gardeners hands, workshop hands and artists hands.  They made everything beautiful.