MOST EVENINGS after returning from work, my dad would dive into an array of passion projects, sometimes long into the night: dismantling a Series II Land Rover, lovingly constructing radio-controlled aircraft, modifying a cabinet that was being moved from the dining room to the lounge… The tasks were endless. Surrounding him were workbenches piled high with tools and supplies in an organisational system that worked perfectly for my dad, but made little sense to anyone else. Many attempts were made by my mother to introduce order to the sprawling mass in the form of neatly labelled containers and boxes – but, like a natural ecosystem finding balance, everything would gradually migrate and return to its original state. The smell of freshly cut wood, the flash of welding, the drone of…
