Moving to Bristol in the summer of 2017, I noticed an abundance of sandbags on the city streets – they were everywhere; some propping up or holding down temporary building screens and traffic or advertising signs, others left behind after use, forgotten and abandoned.

The slump of the bags, the abandonment and weight of the sand evident in their position echoed my posture, my demeanor – a feeling of being weighed down, as if literally carrying a heavy burden.

The weight of my grief, and the resultant bodily slump, was mirrored in the sandbags – as I walked, a constant reminder.