This March, while observing Warwick Davis at Windsor Castle, you noticed a subtle change in his demeanor. He stood alongside his kids, Harrison and Annabelle, and a woman who had never been seen by the majority of the nation. She did not wave. She was not posing. She stood half a step behind him, as people do when they know they will be photographed today, even though they would prefer not to be.
It turns out that Philippa Morris is that woman. forty years of age. American. A professional hypnotist with two kids of her own. In her professional life, she occasionally goes by Yvette, and Warwick referred to her as Sponge in a Bafta speech last year. It sounds like an inside joke between two people who have chosen to keep their identities to themselves. That has a certain honesty to it.
| Full Name | Warwick Ashley Davis |
| Born | 3 February 1970, Epsom, Surrey, England |
| Age | 56 |
| Profession | Actor, producer, charity co-founder |
| Notable Films | Willow, Harry Potter franchise, Star Wars: Return of the Jedi |
| Late Wife | Samantha Davis (m. 1991, d. March 2024) |
| Children | Annabelle (28), Harrison (23) |
| Current Partner | Philippa Morris, also known as Yvette, nicknamed Sponge |
| Charity | Co-founded Little People UK in 2012 |
| Recent Honour | OBE for services to drama and charity, March 2026 |
| Bafta Recognition | Fellowship Award, 2025 |
After a spinal surgery, Samantha Davis passed away in March 2024 from sepsis. For those who watched Warwick over the following year, the grief was evident without being dramatic. He continued to appear. In 2025, he dedicated his Bafta Fellowship speech to her, referring to her as Sammy and discussing her evil sense of humor. When someone is grieving in public while attempting to be helpful, it’s difficult to ignore them.
Most people say that Yvette arrived gently. The Sun was informed by the actor’s close friends that they have been dating for more than a year, that she has grown close to his kids, and that she has no desire to be a public figure. According to reports, the couple resides in a three-story home in a small West Country village close to the clinic where she provides “rapid remedy therapy.” Their life, according to a neighbor, consists of quiet recognition and leisurely lunches. People greet each other. They are not bothered by anyone.
Reading the slow trickle of details gives the impression that Yvette has done something unusual for a famous person’s partner. She has declined to give a performance. She sat next to him at the BAFTAs. She was present at Windsor Castle when the Prince of Wales knelt to have a face-to-face conversation, but she wasn’t in the picture that anyone was supposed to look at. It is not the same as a publicity rollout.
The lack of choreography makes this story feel different from the typical celebrity-finds-love coverage. Warwick hasn’t revealed anything in a glossy magazine. He continues to use a moniker. It doesn’t seem contradictory that he talks more about his late wife than his new partner. It seems like a man who understands that new love and grief can coexist at the same kitchen table.
It really doesn’t matter if the relationship lasts or is quiet for years. The texture of the scene—a small village, a hypnotherapist from the United States, two grown children who seem to like her, and a man who received an OBE this spring with the woman who, according to him, restored his ability to laugh and love—stands out.
It’s a brief tale. It may feel real because of this.
