07/07/2026
One final thought đź’
I’ve been searching for the gentle gestures of summer, whilst quietly discovering the path towards acceptance and healing.
Moving house was always meant to be the start of a new journey. I just never imagined we’d be stepping into it without our Bayley girl so soon.
Last week, we closed the door and stepped off our porch for the very last time. We paused, remembering the care and craftsmanship that shaped our home – the porch that sheltered and welcomed family and friends for so many years. The thoughtful joinery that meant rainwater never pooled on the stone. The symmetry that brought a quiet sense of contentment as nature gently wrapped itself around every corner of the surrounding garden.
The sanctuary at the back space, where the lavender danced, and where I painted with watercolours, inspired by the beauty that surrounded us. The curved stone edging on the stairs and landing. Even the beloved Mulberry Birds wallpaper in the dining room: a sense of freedom and nature indoors. Every corner held a memory; every memory, a moment in time.
From cups of tea around the kitchen island to bedrooms created with practicality, poise and love, every corner brings joy and quiet justification for every decision, every dream, and every ounce of effort poured into making that house our home.
And through it all, I’ve been endlessly grateful for family support. Moving house has a way of magnifying every emotion, especially alongside grief, but they reminded me that it’s okay to be fragile, and that sometimes the greatest kindness we can offer ourselves, and each other, is simply to handle with care 🤍
