At one extreme, we run gung-ho into the fray.

We know where North is so let’s get on with it, no planning needed – and we also know we’ll spend most of our time thrashing around in the undergrowth trying to work out where we are.

At the other extreme, we’d drill-down to ever greater levels of detail until we know and have mapped every-single-tiny-weeny step of the way. It will be the best prediction ever written – and we also know that it won’t survive first contact.

In the pragmatic middle, enough of a plan to be clear, and no more.

A lumpy plan.

We’ve worked out the objective and the major hurdles and milestones we’ll pass if we’re to get where we’re heading. It’s the bones of a plan. An outline. And a bit more detail at the front end.

Now what? Adjust-along.

Skippy strategy: Plan enough so you know the plan.