Notes from the edges of the map: old charts, odd places and the occasional dragon.
Medieval mapmakers had a polite way of admitting they had no idea what lay beyond the coast: they drew a sea serpent and moved on. These notes are about the places where the map still runs out — a forgotten railway line, an island with two names, a valley that every atlas draws a little differently.
A good old chart is wrong in interesting ways. Coastlines wander, rivers change their minds, and somewhere in the margin there is always a creature nobody has seen since. I keep a short shelf of favourites and add to it slowly.
Carry a paper map. Trust the footpath over the screen. Turn back when the light goes. If you meet a dragon, write it down.
Updated whenever there is something worth writing down.