Hey guys! So glad you found me and have cared to click on the about me page. Let’s get straight to it.

I’m a super energetic, disco dancing, tea drinking, doggy loving, pizza munching, photo bombing, car singing, prosecco guzzling, welsh and proud, limbo champion, cartwheeling extraordinaire who happens to spend my days taking pretty pictures!

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I’m not going to bore you with the usual guff of ‘ for as long as I can remember I had a camera in my hand’ or some cliche romantic story of how I ‘discovered my passion for photography’. There is a story however – it’s just not likely to move you to tears! Imagine me. 22 years old (I’m 33 now but last week at a wedding got told I don’t look a day over 24 so I look pretty much the same with a little less chin). I’ve got my degree in Drama and just passed my PGCE which means I’m fully qualified to take my knowledge and enthusiasm of Drama and go and inspire some young people. Yipee! Fast forward a few years and the scowl lines are starting to appear on my face, my tea to wine ratio is pretty even and my hair starts to fall out with stress. Inspiring high school kids is one thing but doing all the pointless paperwork and keeping up with million changes the idiots in Westminster were making on a daily basis was driving me mad! In swoops my husband who buys me my first posh camera. It is so that I can go to college in the evenings and unleash some of my creative juices that are being soured by constant assessments and marking. URGH! So, I head off to college with no idea what I’m doing with this fancy pants camera in my bag but my Timehop tells me once a year that after one lesson I decided I was going to be an epic award winning photographer. Looking back to my images then – I was shit! One thing I did have though was determination and desire to get my ass out of teaching, take pretty pictures and have more fun! That was back in 2009. December 2014 I skipped out of the school gates (whilst probably flipping the bird) never to return. The famous quote ‘she believed she could so she did’ didn’t resonate with me until that moment. The End.

Doggies! Like Pokemon I just wanna catch them all! Unfortunately, Ron the hubby won’t let me. We are both big softies when it comes to our babies though and I am the proud mummy to two Newfoundlands.  We’re the kind of idiots that upgrades the bed to a super-king so that our eldest, Treacle Bear (the brown one one the left) can join us for nightly snuggles. She takes up 2/3rds of the bed and just leaves us just a small edge. Our other Gus (black one on the right) likes to be the man of the house so places him self by the front door ready to protect us from unwelcome guests such as the postman. He takes his task of protection very seriously so will also bark at a birds, the wind, people on bikes, and most amusingly, any kind of animal on the TV. It doesn’t even have to be an actual real animal and he has been known for barking at animated ones too. For his downright crazy behaviour he is more commonly referred to as Dick Head.