I was born in Cornwall, into a family of poets. The intriguing world of rhythm and metaphor was heard and read from an early age, but was certainly not understood!

The written word eventually became my livelihood for many years. Before I succumbed to sculpting in clay, and to teaching autistic young people – their precise and picturesque language and their unique speech patterns influenced me, and I’m sure we learned from each other as we explored our emotions and memories. Already trained as an observer poetry became my vehicle to write about other people’s lives and experiences. Always with compassion, sometimes with humour, often with a feisty flare – especially when describing abusive relationships.