I feel that I love you But how can that be true… We met just moments ago Something deep within is stirring, A cavern, held in a heart, Not felt before Home to an ancient stone yard, of long forgotten loss There, a tired Raven stirs Aching, beaten from grief Gently, a melody on the breeze, passes through him Caressing his feathers, Lighting his soul Softly, waking… from a sleep as old as time His ancient eyes blurry, His heart in disbelief Raising a weary head Toward a rising sunlight… ...

There are days when life feels like standing still beneath the weight of everything that has happened to you. Not because you have given up, but because you cannot imagine what movement even looks like anymore. Your thoughts circle the same familiar places. Your fears settle around your feet. Regret, grief, disappointment, expectation—they arrive grain by grain until one day you realise they have become something solid. A chain built so slowly you never noticed it forming. At Crosby Beach,...

Another beautiful weekend under canvas - There is something quietly transformative about pitching a tent where no one knows you at all. Solo camping isn’t about escaping your world, it’s about remembering your place within it, away from the constant hum of expectation. The forest doesn’t ask you to be anything other than present, the hills don’t judge your silence and the sea doesn’t care how productive you’ve been. Nature simply welcomes you home and greets you, right where you are. There is...