Field Notes
Caistor Hall has been here for centuries. Long before us, others have lived here, worked here and cared for this place. Now it's our turn to add a few pages to its story.
The best way to get to know an old place is with curiosity. To notice the small things. To ask questions. To resist rushing to conclusions. These Field Notes are a journal of what we're discovering as Caistor Hall slowly introduces itself; one story, one conversation and one mystery at a time.
First sign of autumn
Field Note No. 17
Held up by a neighbour
Field Note No. 16
What the coach house had been holding onto
Field Note No. 15
Deeper than the dig
Field Note No. 14.
Found under the carpet
Field Note 13.
Not everything beautiful is harmless
Field Note No. 12
A chapter worth celebrating
Field Note No. 11
Closing the gate
Field Note No. 10
Behind the bramble
Field Note No. 9
We weren't alone
Field Note No. 8
What the rooms had been holding onto
Field Note No. 7
Following the water
Field Note No. 6
A quiet kind of restoration
Field Note No. 5
Fifteen fuse boxes (we thought)
Field Note No. 4
Running beneath the surface
Field Note No. 3
What the trees were keeping to themselves
Field Note No. 2
A place she already knew
Field Note No. 1