Raised on a farm in rural Australia, I spent most of my formative school years yabbying in irrigation dams, herding dairy cattle on quad bikes and challenging my brothers to intrepid BMX races through the bush.
Following five fervently focused years at boarding school, I then packed my bags and set off for the big smoke on a higher-education escapade. Somewhere between meeting my overzealous commitments to minimum wage jobs and a competitive social calendar, I managed to bag a couple of degrees (B.Sc and Grad. Dip. Ed) and get hitched before picking up sticks and moving half way across the world to live in the U.K. on a teacher’s salary and my hubby’s PhD scholarship.
Fifteen years or so later – after a short stint in middle-of-snow-wear Western Canada – and when I am not performing acts of domesticity at home or chasing my little ankle biters up gum trees, I tend to be found plowing up marginal land to create food paradises or volunteering for various school, charity and community organisations.
