Local

Notes from the Humber

The place where I live is a place of estuaries, hedgerows and big skies.

A place where marsh harriers drift above reedbeds and winter light settles over ploughed fields. A place of ferries and farm tracks, of market towns and muddy boots. A place where people continue to care for one another despite everything.

I write from North Lincolnshire, but I write towards something larger: attention.

Attention to landscapes. Attention to communities. Attention to the small details that might otherwise be lost.

These pieces are rooted in the local, but they are really about connection. They ask what it means to belong to a place, and what responsibilities come with calling somewhere home.