Hi! Welcome to my little world; thank you for joining me!  Don’t worry, I’m not pregnant so this isn’t going to become another yummy-mummy jobby and I’m not trying to lose (much) weight so no pictures of salads.  Neither will I try to influence your sartorial choices.  Instead, you’ll find the random musings of self-confessed country bumpkin as I (attempt to) navigate a new life in the smoke.

Before I met Rhys, journeys to London were made under duress and exclusively to compete at Olympia horse show. And as I tried to negotiate driving a horsebox through London, one man beeping his horn and another gesticulating at me through the window, I vowed that I would spend as little time here as possible.

So you see, this tale could end up more pig in the city than the actual film, Babe: Pig in the City.  So stick with me as I try to find my way around in this vast and sprawling city, juggling life with my very country hobbies!  At the very least, you’ll be able to laugh at me…