July 2026

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.

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