Reflecting on Fair Game

This marks the end of this season — and the beginning of a wider thread.

There’s a phrase we use casually: fair game.

We use it in sport.
In flirtation.
In journalism.
In politics.

Over the course of this season, I’ve been circling that phrase — not to indict it, but to examine it.

When is anything truly fair?
Is this even possible?
Who owns the definition of ‘fair’ — or determines what ‘fair’ means? To girls, to women?

And what happens when the rules are passed down, unremarked, unquestioned — through generations — rather than chosen or examined?

Across these stories, girls awaken.
Women recalibrate.
Institutions loom.
Laughter punctures power.
Partnerships endure.

None of these stories are heroic.

They are observational.
They are universally recognisable.
They are drawn from lived experience.

They ask us to notice when the ground shifts beneath our feet — and to decide whether we will adjust our sails, hold the line, or rewrite the rules entirely.

Sometimes, purely for ourselves.

Across this season, I’ve traced moments that appear small — almost incidental — yet these can shape lives.

A path in the woods.
A photograph at a train station.
A pudding in a newsroom drawer.
A veranda overlooking dog school.
An ambulance under festival lights.

None of these stories stand alone.

They are fragments of a longer inquiry — one that stretches backwards into mothers and daughters, into war and silence.

Embedded in our bodies, we inherit from our mothers’ invisible patterns: thoughts, emotional responses, behaviours.

These are patterns we rarely notice.
And often fail to recognise.

The questions raised in Fair Game did not begin with these short stories.

They began much earlier.

In a military childhood that trained a young girl to read rooms and uniforms.
In family histories shaped by conflict, displacement and fierce maternal protection.
In the discovery that what appears ‘personal’ is often a thread repeated through the centuries.

Over the coming months, I’ll be turning to those deeper currents.

Holding the Line explores the long shadow of war through the relationship between mothers and daughters — and the ways silence and resilience travel across generations.

An Itinerant Childhood looks more closely at the formation of a girl moving in and out of military environments — observant, restless, absorbing sensations and phenomena.

And Ethel’s Wars returns to the source — three generations of women shaped by industrial Liverpool, world wars and the quiet force of persistence, endurance and survival.

Fair Game was never an isolated project.

It is one constellation in a larger sky.

If these stories have resonated, the journey continues…

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