How did I get here?
It has been an interesting and sometimes a frightening road .
Now that I am in a happy and secure place l feel comfortable to start a blog.
Stange beginings
I was born Good Friday 1952, in a converted Fleet Air Arm radio location hut, on the edge of St.Merryn airdrome.
Times were hard, when were they not?
My parents were farmers and orders had to be filled. When I was only a few hours old, shortly after giving birth, my mother, still in bed, gutted and dressed half a dozen chickens for the local hotel!
How tough is that?