Fieldnotes
A hot Sunday, a stand full of tat, and my 12-year-old turning into a formidable negotiator.
A field note on exploration, uncertainty, and finding unexpected things.
I don't know where my father took this photograph or who the figures are. But it taught me something important about storytelling, memory and the way we make meaning.
A wall in Winchester bearing initials dating back to 1772 offers a reminder that every organisation is built on decisions made by people who came before us.
The telescope didn't improve the view at all. It just magnified the murk.
I spent the better part of a year planning "No More Cowboys" before Checkatrade beat me to it. On why planning feels safe, only doing reveals the truth, and the very good plan beats the best one.
Lost in the Leeds suburbs, I asked a man the way to Horsforth. "I wouldn't start from here," he said. On why knowing where you actually stand is the hardest, bravest step toward where you want to go.
Ideas don't create value on their own. Artefacts do. A podcast became a poem became a zine.