24 November 2026 / skate
Wet concrete
Rain stopped at four. The car park at the back of the industrial estate dries first. Film, one roll, mostly blur.
Placeholder. A skate dispatch.
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field note
The long way home
Four hours became seven. Three friends, a ridge nobody had a name for, and the last of the light. No pillar. Just the detour.
surf
Dawn at the point
Two boards on the roof of a Land Rover that should have been retired a decade ago. Nobody else out. That is the whole report.
cycling / route
The Brat and the bike
A 1986 Subaru with a mountain bike in the bed, a road that stopped being a road, and snow on the tops in what was supposed to be spring.