Writing
Working notes on community, events, and the slightly strange experience of building software with AI in the room. New posts as and when they happen.
An afternoon of brilliant productivity left me emptier than a slower one would have. The mechanical work I’d offloaded was doing more than I realised — and the residue is its own thing. Trying to name it.
A wordless 1.5-second glance on a Canterbury high street still works. A carer, a parking ticket, and a small case for keeping certain decisions in human hands. Originally in the Kentish Gazette, 2019.
On the importance of being open as much about our mental health as we are our physical health. Originally in the Kentish Gazette, 2019.
A farewell to my Nan, Tea Withers — the Italian farm girl who took an extraordinary risk in 1943 and changed everything that came after.