What did you enjoy doing as a kid that has aged with you
My Dad was a keen gardener and spent many hours pottering in his shed and tending to the garden. I was a Daddy's girl and spent a lot of time with him. I had a tiny plot of land that was all mine and I would plant (and dig up and replant) flowers and veg. Over the years, I didn't always have a garden so my love of gardening went on a back burner. Now I have a garden that I've designed from scratch and I think of my Dad often as I sow seeds or plant something that he had in one of his gardens.
Another Dad-inspired hobby. My Dad loved photography and bought me my first tiny camera. Over the years I graduated on to bigger and better cameras, then a DSLR. I still love photography now although I don't have a lot of time to indulge. I have my Dad's old Praktica - film.
I read everything. The back of a cereal packet in the absence of a book. I read books while I brushed my teeth. I read when we were driving somewhere. Busy-ness gets in the way of the reading I used to do, where I could zone out for a few hours and be oblivious to everything around me. I'm making more time for reading and have found a few books lately that have got me hooked.
4. Writing letters
My Mum always made sure I wrote thank you letters. Sometimes it was hard work as my Mum was a perfectionist so any mistake meant I had to start again. But, I still write letters and thank yous. It closes a loop and it goes against the grain not to send letters.
My Mum taught me to type on an old manual typewriter with all the keys covered up. I used to enjoy my random typing. It's a skill that has proved useful over the years. I now have a manual typewriter again and love using that to write letters and thank yous!
6. Being outside
I used to walk a lot around the area where we lived. There was a lane and a small wood. You could create a circuit by walking along the lane. I spent much of my time outside, either gardening with my Dad or in the field behind our house.
I'm not sure I was as nuts about cows as I am now. They were a lot bigger than me back then. But we had a field of cows behind the house and I loved to spot some of the ones I recognised. One night they broke out through a neighbour's garden and rampaged down our street. My Mum, Dad and I tried to round them up before the farmer arrived. Gardens were ruined, there was poo everywhere! And cows running amok! Now, I love cows and we live in a place where I am surrounded by them.