24/03/2026
It’s finally happened hasn’t it? The shift.
Air, at last a warm touch. Light turned rosy, through shut lids, faces lifted upwards toward the sun, beckoning the goodness in. We have waited so long for this. The dawn chorus of the birds, an urgent sharing to tell us of the promises and possibilities of spring, what wonder is held in that gentle rousing before the harshness of alarms pull us from our bedsheets. Lazy strolling on hazy tarmac, scooters and squeals, skies open and deep, ice creams dripping across sticky cheeks, trees finding again their green, a revolt against those dark months spent rushing from icy driving rain. Evenings closing at the beach, clear and sparkling water lapping against the pebbles, a gentle hush hush hush. Last light transforming, candy floss skies, as we roll from goldens to pinks into the deepest blues. Hands outstretched after stifling yawns, to point at the stars, the planets, the moon. A sigh of relief that it gets easier now, hope underfoot as we go towards bed. 🌙
I’m so excited for all I’ve got coming up with you over the next few months, the work about to be created. The in between barefoot moments, all dusty earth and fresh buds and flowers, sea glass and water glitter, little fingers and blooming bellies, about to be turned into something to last forever. The next couple of months are pretty full, but if you’d like to get booked in for May onwards please get in touch. I’d love to hear from you ✨