Postcards from the build

Every build starts somewhere. Ours begins at Sandbanks, on a strip of sand between the harbour and the open sea.

One photo on the doorstep of the old house — one for keeps. Some goodbyes deserve a postcard of their own.

We've barely stopped looking at the renders. It's a strange thing, seeing a feeling drawn as a building.

The build has a life beyond these pages. Consider this a standing invitation to follow along.

There's a fence around our future now, with a gap in it exactly the size of a digger.

Groundworks, it turns out, are mostly about what you can't see. We can't stop watching anyway.

Not every trip to the plot is about progress. Some are just about standing still for a bit.

No promised dates, no grand announcements — just the next stretch of the road, and plenty of daydreaming about where it goes.