Hello and welcome to Life in Mud Spattered Boots. Why the title? Well, I’ve spent much of my life in mud spattered boots. I grew up on a farm in the days when children disappeared outside after breakfast and returned home for meal times and we spent the school holidays making dens and playing in all sorts of unsuitable places, exploring the countryside on bikes and riding ponies. I wanted to be like the girls in the books I read, galloping their ponies through the sea and sleeping under the stars. However, I was more like the Thelwell cartoons – a small girl bouncing around on a fat little pony.

Now I’m married to a farmer living on a farm about forty miles north of London and my boots are still mud spattered. I love walking (my favourite long distance walk is the Greenwich Meridian Trail), cooking home grown food, foraging for fruits and berries in the hedgerows and have regular phases of creativity (currently jelly printing and a revived interest in hand knitting).

Three of my grown up children live within four hundred metres of our house. The fourth currently resides in New Zealand. One of my daughters makes Fruit Gins for a living and though I’ve applied for the post of Chief Taster, she insists there is no such post. I am however reasonably proficient at bottle washing and capping. Another of my daughters has opened an Art Gallery on the farm that also runs workshops, which means I can try all sorts of things like taxidermy and chocolate truffle making.

One of the best things about this blogging lark is the connections that spring up and develop, so please say hello in a comment, on twitter or send me an email.





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