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There are moments when freedom means leaving something behind, not because it meant nothing, but because there comes a point when remaining tethered to what was begins to ask more of us than stepping into what might be. No Net Ensnares Me takes its title from Charlotte Brontë’s Jane Eyre, and from one of literature’s fiercest declarations of independence. I have always loved the idea that we can care deeply, carry memories with us, and still belong entirely to ourselves. That

Sometimes we encounter something that seems to set a small part of our imagination alight, a line in a book, a piece of music, a painting, a story discovered at exactly the right moment. We may have encountered countless others before it, yet something about this one catches, and suddenly the world feels a little larger than it did before. Taking its title from William Blake's The Tyger, Burning Bright explores the sparks of inspiration we gather throughout our lives and th

Sometimes we encounter a phrase that changes the way we see something forever, a few words in a book can become attached to a colour, a landscape, a season or even just a feeling so completely that we carry them with us long after we have forgotten everything else that surrounded them. Inspired by Thomas Hardy's A Pair of Blue Eyes, Autumn Distance is about those fragments of literature that escape their pages and become part of our own inner world. Words borrowed from anot

Long after circumstances change and paths diverge, names remain threaded through the stories we tell about who we were, where we went, and the people we became along the way. Like The Winter Wheat takes its title from a line in the film Troy that has stayed with me for years, and from its reflection on the fleeting nature of individual lives beside the extraordinary endurance of memory. We rise and fall, seasons change, generations will pass yet somehow, certain names remain

There are moments when the heart seems perfectly capable of holding two contradictory truths at once. We can grieve what we are leaving while longing for what comes next, we can miss a place before we have even left it, feel sadness amongst excitement, and discover that closing a chapter does not diminish our hope for the one waiting beyond it.

There is something extraordinary about the things that endure within us, hope can be such a quiet presence that we barely notice it when life is calm; yet when the world becomes uncertain, when familiar ground disappears and the way forward feels impossible to predict, somehow it becomes louder. And Sore Must Be the Storm takes its title from Emily Dickinson's “Hope” is the thing with feathers, a poem I have always loved for its understanding of hope as something both delic

Life has a habit of rearranging itself around us, homes change, landscapes change, people come and go, and the paths we thought we knew can suddenly lead somewhere entirely unexpected. Yet amongst all that movement, there are certain things we carry so deeply within us that they become part of who we are. An Ever-Fixed Mark takes it's name from Shakespeare's Sonnet 116 and is about those constants, not just love as Shakespeare wrote about but all of it. The words, stories, so

Moving house has a peculiar way of making you consider what it means to carry a life from one place to another. As I packed mine into boxes ready to move this July, I found myself thinking about all the things we accumulate that could never be packed away. The words we have read, the songs we have loved, the films we return to, the places we have called home, the people we have known and the memories scattered amongst them. Small fragments collected across a lifetime that som

I know that I start every monthly summary this way but truly I cannot comprehend the fact we are at the end of the month again! What a spectacular month June has been! I’m slightly biased because it’s my birthday on 20th June but even without all the festivities surrounding my 35th Birthday the month was glorious.

Some things never quite leave us, they linger in memory, in places, in words we once read and somehow never forgot. Years may pass and entire chapters of our lives may close, yet certain fragments remain, returning unexpectedly like echoes from somewhere we thought we had left behind. Inspired by Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights, Cathy’s Ghost explores the strange persistence of memory and the traces left by the things that have shaped us. Not everything we carry is somethi

Long before we gave transformation a name, the natural world had already mastered it; across countless seasons, life has moved through extraordinary cycles of emergence, disappearance and renewal, surrendering one form only to appear again as something entirely unexpected. The Oldest Magic explores metamorphosis as one of nature's most enduring mysteries. There is something almost impossible about the idea that such profound transformation can be written into the fabric of l

There are chapters of our lives we can plan, and others that seem determined to surprise us. for me the most exciting thing about standing at the beginning of another journey around the sun is knowing that somewhere within the days ahead are moments we cannot possibly anticipate yet. Unexpected adventures, ridiculous stories, quiet joys, people and places that may eventually become impossible to imagine our lives without. Here's To What's Next is a celebration of all of it.

Long before we gave transformation a name, the natural world had already mastered it; across countless seasons, life has moved through extraordinary cycles of emergence, disappearance and renewal, surrendering one form only to appear again as something entirely unexpected. The Oldest Magic explores metamorphosis as one of nature's most enduring mysteries. There is something almost impossible about the idea that such profound transformation can be written into the fabric of l

Some dreams deserve more than a quiet corner of our imagination, and there truly is something exhilarating about allowing ourselves to dream without immediately shrinking those dreams into something sensible, something smaller. Dream Out Loud is a celebration of ambition, imagination and the wonderfully audacious act of wanting more from life.

There is a moment each year when the light reaches the furthest edges of the day, the longest day. For centuries, we have marked this turning point, gathering beneath the same sun to celebrate warmth, abundance and the extraordinary rhythm of a world continually moving around us. At The Height Of Light explores the summer solstice as both celebration and threshold, hidden within the longest day is a curious contradiction: at the very moment the light reaches its greatest ex

The future is a curious place, it exists somewhere beyond our reach, filled with people we have yet to meet, places we have yet to discover, adventures we have yet to take, and ordinary days that may quietly become some of the most important of our lives. Wish Upon Tomorrow is about the beautiful uncertainty of everything still waiting ahead, we cannot know exactly what our lives will look like from here, but there is so much joy in leaving a little room for the unexpected,

We measure our lives in moments, while the world around us moves through rhythms far older than we can comprehend. There is something humbling about standing in the presence of the ancient and remembering how briefly each of us passes through the landscape. Seasons return, generations come and go, and still there are places that seem to exist beyond the ordinary boundaries of time. Between The Eternal And The Ephemeral explores that strange meeting place between what endure

For as long as we have looked towards the sky, we have searched for meaning in its rhythms. The rising and setting of the sun, the changing seasons, the transformation of the natural world and the ancient monuments left behind by those who watched these same celestial patterns long before us all speak to something eternal: everything moves in cycles. The Oldest Magic Collection explores that endless rhythm through the mysticism of Stonehenge, the fleeting beauty of transfor

There is something wonderfully hopeful about making a wish, for a moment, we allow ourselves to forget what is practical or probable and simply imagine what we would choose if possibility had no limits. We send a quiet hope out into the world without knowing where it might land or what might grow from it. Make A Wish is a celebration of that small act of optimism, a celebration of allowing ourselves to want things, dream about things, and believe that somewhere amongst all th

And so, we arrive at the end of another month. I can’t comprehend how fast May has gone. I swear I blinked once and now it’s the 31st. There is a lot going on behind the scenes at the moment. Everything is packed up ready for the move and there have just been a LOT of changes and chaos. I have a newfound appreciation for not moving house. It is an underrated experience and I wish I had appreciated it more. Not being surrounded by boxes, what an absolute luxury, ha!