I'm Jake Lunniss. I make furniture by hand in a small workshop in Ocean Grove, cook lunch for strangers every other Saturday, and write about what happens when you build a life with your hands instead of a screen. I write here every week about the slow business of building a life that smells like sawdust, dirt and dinner.
Mirabelle, our Maran, died on Good Friday. She was a pullet and hadn't laid a single egg yet, which makes the whole thing feel less like losing a productive member of the household and more like losing a
5 April 2026 · 2 min read min readThe first time a chisel bit into a piece of timber the lie of the digital world was exposed.Read the manifesto →
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