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I remember standing in a sodden, ruined barn in the middle of a Tuesday downpour, looking at a farmer who …

I remember standing in the middle of a flooded marquee in Surrey, the smell of damp canvas and expensive catering …

I remember standing in the damp, soot-stained remains of a community hall in 1994, watching a treasurer weep because a …

I’ve spent thirty-seven years assessing damage after the fact, and if there is one thing I’ve learned, it’s that people …

I’ve spent thirty-seven years walking through the wreckage of people’s lives, usually standing in a damp living room or a …

I remember sitting in a cramped, windowless office in the mid-nineties, staring at a stack of claim files that smelled …

I’ve spent thirty-seven years assessing damage after things have gone sideways, and if there is one thing I’ve learned, it’s …

I spent thirty-seven years inspecting the aftermath of disasters, and if there is one thing I’ve learned, it’s that people …

I remember standing in a half-finished kitchen in Surrey back in ’94, the air thick with sawdust and the smell …

I remember standing in a half-finished kitchen three decades ago, the air thick with sawdust and the smell of damp …