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.
It's the end of a long, long day toiling in the sun and I've just put the tools back in their rightful places after wiping encrusted sweat off them. Not garden tools, but carpenters tools. We
27 February 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 →
A weekly dispatch from the workshop, the kitchen, and the garden. No algorithms, no AI.
Subscribe