Time to brave enough to stop and breathe.
2026
Album title
In the fog
The inspiration
This album came from a completely different place to anything I had done before. Ancient Roads was a reckoning. In the fog is a conversation.
Ten folk duets about the small, tender, important things. Love that feels easy. Uncertainty that feels sacred. The choice to live slowly. The people who see us completely. The almosts that brought us here.
Where Ancient Roads was defiant, In the fog is still. Where it raged, this listens. It is acoustic guitar and close harmonies. Morning light and salt air and coffee going cold. It is what happens when you stop chasing and start noticing.
These songs were written for the spaces between the big moments. The quiet weekends. The long drives. The mornings when nothing needs to happen and everything already has. They are also for the harder, quieter questions: what does it mean to make your own path? To love someone through the fog? To let the almosts go?
I made this album with my wife in mind. But more broadly, it is for anyone who is learning that the most radical thing you can do is choose presence over performance, simplicity over accumulation, and love over fear.
That is the fog. Not confusion. Just the beautiful, temporary state of not needing to see everything clearly.
Listen on
Tracklist
1
Easy as spring
The love that does need not try too hard
Simple contentment in a coastal relationship. Morning coffee. Salt air. Hands that fit. This song is about the love that does not demand anything, the kind that simply is. No proving, no performing, just two people and the season rolling in.
"I let you dream, you let me be / No pushing, no proving, just you and me"
2
I see you
Healing into wholeness
Two people who found each other after escaping damage. She was armoured. He was drowning. Then they looked up and really saw each other, and started coming back to life. Raw, honest, and ultimately joyful. Kintsugi in song form.
"Through every crack, your love found its way in / Now we're whole in ways we've never been"
3
In the fog
The sacred gift of not knowing
A fog-draped morning as metaphor for life's beautiful uncertainty. Two voices, one anxious and questioning, one steady and grounded, discovering together that mystery is not something to rush through. Sometimes not knowing is exactly where you need to be.
"What if we don't need to see it all? / What if mystery's a gift we can't afford to waste?"
4
Your'e mine
Waking up grateful
The quiet miracle of sharing your life with your best friend. Morning light. A hundred hugs a day. Coffee that goes cold because you cannot stop talking. Simple, warm, and effortless. This one is for anyone who woke up one day and could not believe their luck.
"How did I get this lucky? / Wake up to my best friend"
5
The more you got
Less is the answer
A gentle pushback against the culture of accumulation. The paradox: the more we chase, the further back we fall. The less we carry, the more we have. Simple living, intentional mornings, and the freedom that lives in the empty space.
"The more you got, the less you have / The faster you go, the further back"
6
Pathmaker
The trail appears behind you
Sometimes there is no path ahead because you have not walked it yet. A meditation on forging your own way, moving at your own pace, and discovering that being left behind might actually mean leaving something heavy behind. Courage is not knowing the way. It is taking the first step anyway.
"Sometimes there is no path ahead / Just courage and the ground"
7
Favourite mystery
Deeper the longer you look
Long-term love as ongoing discovery. The paradox that knowing someone more does not make them less fascinating, it makes them more. New notes in every vintage. Pages you have not read yet. This one is for anyone who still gets surprised by the person they have chosen.
"You'll always be my favourite mystery / The more I know, the more I find"
8
The ripple
Start dreaming in colour
A conversation between a dreamer and someone who has learned to play it safe. What happens if we stop doing what has always been done and start creating something new? One small ripple in a still pond. One voice. One spark. That is enough.
"We could be the ripple in a still and silent pond / One small wave that travels on and on and on"
9
Winter bloom
The finest blooms need winter
An ode to ageing gracefully and finding beauty in every season. Wine or vinegar, that is the choice we make. Some things ripen in unexpected seasons. The bare branch has its own beauty. The secret is in the letting go while holding what stays true.
"The finest blooms need winter / The deepest roots need time"
10
All the almosts
Every no was pointing you here
The loves that never happened. The heartbreaks that felt like failure. Turns out they were directions. Every almost was clearing a path, making room, pointing two people toward each other. Bittersweet, honest, and ultimately joyful.
"All the almosts led me here / Every no was pointing me to you"
