Stories from the dark side of Milton Keynes
There's something quite wonderful happening around this project - some of the stories are starting to take on a life of their own, and I'm discovering layers that go beyond the accounts that have been shared with me. Tonight, I'd like to bring you my first case update, and this one really is fascinating. You... Continue Reading →
It sometimes seems amazing to me that I only started this project in April - it's hard to believe that it's only been five months, so much has happened in that short time. I've met so many people, and had such brilliant opportunities to hear all these true stories. Some of them have arrived heavy... Continue Reading →
Tonight’s story closes a loop. It marks the end of an era for this project because it’s the very last one from this current batch. Yes, I had such a wonderful initial response to my first call for stories, all the way back in April that it’s taken me this long to catch up! Since... Continue Reading →
Tonight’s story slips in through that space between sleeping and waking — the kind that lingers in your thoughts as the lights go out. Liminality — those strange in-between states where boundaries blur — is at the heart of this project. Milton Keynes is full of thresholds. Borders of estates that bleed into Redways. New builds layered over old farmland. A modern city, haunted underneath.
Tonight’s story begins with a photograph — and ends with a mystery. It was taken on the edge of Broughton, beside one of Milton Keynes’ fast-flowing grid roads. A figure appears, standing still on the verge. Not moving. Not blurred. Just there. And then, just as suddenly… not. Gone. If you’re anything like me, next... Continue Reading →