About Me

About me … hmm, what do you want (or need) to know?

This is me and Gordon at a photo shoot we had done just before Christmas 2006.  I don’t generally like photos of myself (well, who does?), but this one is acceptable.

I was born in Bridgwater and grew up as a townie.  I met Gordon when he was about 18, which would have made me 14, but we didn’t start going out until I was 23!  I was playing hard-to-get!  Seriously, we were just friends before that but started dating and got married within a couple of years.  I’d never really planned on becoming a farmer’s wife and living in the country.

Once I’d given up work to start a family I enjoyed helping out of the farm, but in the last few years I’ve taken on more and more, learning to milk, drive the forage-harvester, harvest maize, that kind of thing.  I must admit, when asked what I ‘do’, I now tend to say I’m a farmer.

I am mother to two gorgeous teenage girls aged 20 and 17.  I’m allowed to say they’re gorgeous because I’m very biased!  Alexandra is the eldest and currently studying at Cheltenham for a degree in English Literature.  Stephanie is took her GCSEs last year and did very well, and is now in Bridgwater College at the end of the first year of a two year ‘A’ level course.

I have many interests, the largest of which is definitely craft-related.  I’m a cross-stitcher who’s thinking of branching out into free embroidery, I make cards when the muse is about me and I do digital scrapbooking.  Photography also features up there on my list of things I love as well as reading.

Things I hate to do – housework mostly.  It seems such a futile exercise in my opinion.  No sooner have I got everything straight than someone comes along and messes it all up again.  So, to save myself the anguish, I don’t do it very often.  Our house could best be described as ‘lived-in’!  I always equate housework to buying a new car.  It looks very nice, but you spend your life worrying about someone running into it, keying it in the carpark, dropping crumbs on the upholstery, that kind of thing.  If you drive an old banger you can leave it without worrying that it’ll look worse when you return to it.  My theory for housework!