A bit about me



I’ve always loved words. Ever since I was very young I’ve been reading books and writing stories.

I lived opposite a library and it was pretty much heaven to me to go there and read for hours on end. 

My sister Jo is carrying a flag in aid of the release of young people from awful brown bobble hats.

Our garden was opposite the Llyfrgell. library

I read anything and everything. I hid under blankets at night and read. I played hide and seek and when I was the seeker the hiders had to come to find me because I’d stumbled upon a copy of The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. When I wasn’t reading I made other people read to me. My mother is reading me a lovely bedtime story here as she smokes a cigarette. This is what people did in the Seventies. reading


I’ve always been into magical stuff and wanted to grow up to be either The Wicked Witch of the West …


Or the White Witch from the Narnia Chronicles…


I tried pretty hard with my costumes and turnip lanterns…


but I ended up being this…


My niece Rosie is keeping the dream alive because she is BRILLIANT.


Me – In a Nutshell

Sixer of Pixies. Child of the 70s. Survived encephalitis, pizza thrown in face, a decade as an actor, school, endless years of Heavy Metal abuse from younger sister’s room.

Born in Cardiff opposite the birthplace of Ivor Novello. Grew up (a bit) in Llantrisant in the Rhondda Valleys. Now live in a tiny hamlet very close to the beach.  

Likes confetti, bluebells, memories of Gran and Grampa, family, cwtches, the way ladybirds shelter in beech nuts, collecting seaglass on misty days, comfy jeans, stories about interesting    things.

Spent too much money on ill-fitting clothes, too much of the 80s planning marriage to John Taylor (Duran Duran) and/or George Michael (Wham), lovely times in Europe, one cold week in New York.

Lives in West Wales. Lives for the sea, love, repeats of ‘Murder She Wrote’, for as long as can.

Has dog called Watson Jones. Has husband called Guy. Both of whom are handsome devils.