I'm a massive " Friends" fan! Re-runs in the background keep me company while editing most days. I'm pretty sure every situation in life can be brought back to a "Friends" moment!

The absolute love of my life is our litte miracle IVF boy Elijah who was born in 2022. He was 10 years in the making, after we suffered numerous pregnancy losses, including our daughter Ava who we sadly lost when I was 19 weeks pregnantin 2020. The other guy in this picture is my husband Mike, who works both as a Cardiac physiologist for the NHS and a wedding videographer!

Guilty! I'm one of those people who refer to their dog as their "fur baby" and talk to her as if she actually understands me. She pretty much gets away with murder...but just look at her!!

The single Instagram handle that can get me sucked in for hours! Since moving into an old 1960's home last year this has become my new favourite pastime as we tackle renovations (hopefully soon!)

My family, especially my parents, who still live in South-Africa are super important to me. My mum was a librarian for many many years, so I grew up a bit of a bookworm. I probably have more of my dad's personality traits which include being super determined and maybe also a little stubborn ;)

I love seeing new places, and learning about new cultures and their history! This picture was taken in Tanzania, while I was installing water harvesting systems in remote villages with my church in 2016.

Growing up in South Africa, food was a central part of how we socialize culturally. I love good quality food and nothing beats a proper fry up (and I know all the good local spots!).
I also have fond memories of having braai's (our version of a bbq using wood and smoke to flavour the meat while it cooks) while sitting around an open fire till late at night.

I've always wanted a tattoo...but being a bit of a perfectionist, I wanted it to be perfect - and so the years passed.

Eventually, on my 30th birthday, I decided life was too short. I had the words 'carpe momentum' or 'capture the moment' etched on my arm. When my grandad passed away a year later, I had a little heart tattooed on my ankle in remembrance.