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This year, our three-year-old heard her first roar.

The kind that rolls through the hills at night. Deep, distant, and loud enough to feel like dinosaurs moving through the dark. We were tucked into the tent, listening. Out there, in the right spot, it’s deafening.

She sat on the ridgeline, eating the extra chocolate and biscuits her grandfather had packed, learning to roar back with her little hand cupped to her mouth. Learning to move quietly. Learning to “get in behind.”
For a moment, she was the toughest, proudest little girl in the world.

Now, as she edges closer to five, you start to wonder. Did I make the most of that window? That small stretch of time where everything is new, everything is magic, and even a leaf falling off a tree is enough to stop them in their tracks.

You only get about 157 million seconds in those first five years.
Or roughly 260 weekends.
That’s it.

And knowing that every second spent in the mountains, by the fire, in the tent, in the forest, or swimming in the river is time well spent makes the choice a little clearer.
There is plenty of time after that, but not like this. Not with that same wonder.

So sometimes the jobs can wait. The list can sit there a little longer. The better call is to just pack up and go. Even if it is only for a day walk.

We have been a little quiet on here lately.
Not by accident, just out trying to steal a few more of those seconds while we can.

It never lasts long.
And this batch is no different.

Only a few boxes of Scho-Ka-Kola left.
Cheers for the steady support, team.

Being a girl dad definitely changes the lens you see the world through.

It’s not just about being Hollywood over protective.

It’s about experiences and worthwhile perseverance.

It’s about quietly building stubborn confidence.

It’s about letting them climb the ladder themselves while you stand close enough to catch them if they slip.

Competency becomes confidence.

Confidence becomes personality , and lord knows she has that.

Personality becomes independence.

The small moments - the fairy lights, the 4am snuggles, the sense of adventure mixed with tired legs.

These are the things that last and will be remembered.

This is the real work of parenting. You're raising competent humans that can stand on their own two feet regardless of where in the world they are.

Having a Good Wagon for adventuring helps too.

RESTOCK

Back because the last dozen sold super quick!

The WoodsKnife WKA32 Hiking Axe is officially back in stock! 🪓🇫🇮

Hand-crafted with precision and built to last, this Finnish-style backpacking axe features Hardox steel for unmatched edge retention and rugged field performance.

Whether you’re heading deep into the bush or just prepping firewood at camp — this is the tool that won’t let you down.

Small enough to carry on your pack , Big enough to scare away the possum trying to rip open your rubbish bag at camp.

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Provenance.

The origin or source of something.

The history of ownership of an object, often used to establish its authenticity, quality, or value.

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It is, on the surface, a very simple word, yet the idea behind it feels increasingly uncommon in a world where most of what we buy is designed, produced, and delivered with extraordinary speed, often arriving without any real sense of where it began or how it came to exist in the first place.

So many of the objects that surround us now are built for convenience and replacement, manufactured at scale, distributed globally, and ultimately treated as temporary, which is perhaps why items with genuine provenance tend to stand apart in such a noticeable and almost quiet way.

Objects like this feel different, not because they are louder or more complex, but because they carry with them a visible lineage, a connection to place, tradition, and method that remains present long after the moment of purchase has passed.

The recent Woodsknife axes, which many of you will have seen arrive and then disappear almost immediately, were a perfect example of this, as their reception genuinely caught us off guard and served as a reminder that there is still a strong appreciation for pieces that are made slowly, thoughtfully, and without the pressures of mass production.

A small number of additional axes are now en route to the Southern Hemisphere, and for those who found themselves disappointed to have missed the previous release, we are more than happy to set one aside upon arrival, as there is something fitting about patience being part of the process when it comes to objects whose value is so closely tied to how and where they are made.

What continues to draw us to items of this nature has very little to do with simple ownership and much more to do with connection, particularly the satisfaction that comes from being able to trace an object back to its origins and to understand that it did not simply emerge from an anonymous system of production.

There is a certain pleasure, difficult to quantify yet immediately recognisable, in that subtle relationship between creator and owner, where an object carries with it not only utility but also a story, a context, and a sense of continuity that extends beyond the transaction itself.

Years from now, long after the novelty of acquisition has faded, it is rarely just the object that remains meaningful, but rather the story attached to it, the knowledge of its origins, and the quiet connection to the hands and traditions that brought it into existence.

We will be sharing more of the making process soon for those who appreciate seeing how such pieces come to life, because provenance, when considered closely, is never really about objects alone.

It is, more than anything else, about connection.