... why cant I live in Rutshire and be a Campbell-Black?

Fenella ,Tabitha, Perdita; for those who have lived by the bible series that are Jilly Cooper novels, will understand what life should be about.  From a young age, children these days occupy their time and thoughts with 'iPhone' this and 'n-dubz' that, that they forget about how glorious life is on the inside of CountryLife or Horse and Hound. 

Having been fortunate enough to grow up in an area where there were no signs of mis-spent youth, neighbours or graffiti decorating street corners, I had a misguided 'spaniels-eye' view of what life was like.  Spending my earliest years making daisy chains and catching butterflies with a home-made net, I had no idea what I was destined for but, I was blissfully unaware that it would be anything but loveliness.

As I have strolled through life destined for greatness and living the 'Jilly Cooper' dream, I have realised that sometimes, there is no-one around to pick up ones drinks tab or to clean ones c**p off of ones toilet pan.  And the life that I set out for, hasn't always been as rosy as I would have hoped.  Yes, there were horses (several in fact), and yes there was an abundance of Hunt balls, polo matches and Laura Ashley,  but not without heartache, exhaustion and desperation along the way.  I do look forward to sharing my past and hopefully bring a smile to your day, presuming you can fit in the read between cups of Earl Grey and Autumn hunting, Enjoy!