When I look back at commissioning works, I do not think first about contracts or project plans. I think about how much people needed to see something real. A truck arriving. A court being repaired. A hall being worked on. A burnt house site cleaned up. A pile of firewood stacked for winter. A piece of timber from a damaged landscape being used to repair something else. These things mattered because they told people the aftermath was not only about what had been lost.