A day by Tower Bridge, business planning.
It’s an awayday, so there are some ‘Post It’ notes on the wall and someone’s armed with a whiteboard marker.
But how do you decide what you want to do?
and wise heads with a life time of experience to pass on.
Visit stimulating places,
Chat it through with your colleagues…
… and reflect over coffee.
Work’s an activity not a place: in Saltaire, Titus Salt’s model worker village of the 19th century.
There’s plenty of inspiration to be had here but me and Richard Foxley are 15 cycling miles from our meeting and looking for some conclusions.
We’ll come back.
Big Ted and I on a Saturday night with the beers out and the football on. We don’t normally do this, but Julie’s in London for three days so the place is ours.
Yesterday Innes and I took Big Ted to Innes’s playgroup Teddy Bear’s picnic: 40 mums, 1 dad. The mums were keen to know the details of how J had left me looking after three under fives for three days. I kept quiet, aware they were only gathering evidence for use in their own time-off negotiations.
We all survived and I recovered by watching a man changing some light bulbs in a café. It made me think of independence which is a common topic of conversation in Scotland and pretty much the only one when I’m in England.
The management of our Build-to-Rent projects will have more to do with the hospitality sector than the housing sector. We don’t want American ‘have an awesome day’ insincerity and we don’t want the tired atmosphere characterised by a solitary bar man slowly cleaning a glass and waiting for something (anything) to happen.
So I’m paying more attention to the places I like being in. Citizen M do it all well: the design, the hospitality, the buzz. No one stays here for long though. Round the corner in Let Me Eat, it’s the same faces every day. What could you do with that?
Edinburgh’s cafes survived the recession I think. They’ve got the same people in them talking about the same stuff, they’ve just survived in different ways and ended up in different jobs.
Coming back to work after two weeks off, my colleagues look like Dracula.
A meal out with Julie, Sarah, Sonia and Dunc (he’s the one on the right) at Porto and Fi on the mound. The little courtyard on the west side is about the nicest place in Edinburgh for a drink on summer evening. Food was good for four out of the five of us.
I’d started the day in Derby for the start on site ceremony for our Castleward project. This was filmed by the local BBC, who turned up a bit late, so we did the event twice. Surprisingly (in my view) the 3 speeches were better the second time.
The local news report: https://www.dropbox.com/s/2sb8lfy95ihyhbd/bbc%201%20east%20midlands%20%2030.05.1338.wmv
We lived on Whitecross Street until 2007. It’s changed lot’s since then. This was a pub I never went into: too scared. Kev & Pam went in one night and someone was chucking darts randomly around the bar. Now it’s a coffee shop where I stopped for breakfast.
We are working with an artist to make some chairs to welcome people back to a place they haven’t lived for a while. As part of this, I’ve been thinking about and looking at what makes a nice place to sit.Razzo in St Andrew’s Square.
A window with an interesting view.
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