Girl About Harrogate

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Hi, I’m Sarah!

I feel like I’m 23, but in actual fact I’m 42 years old. I’m not sure how that happened. Too much wine probably and a few lost years in my twenties….

I have lived in Yorkshire since I was 2 years old. I grew up in Baildon, near Bradford and moved to Harrogate 7 years ago. I love Yorkshire. I lived in Lancashire for a few years (with an ex, back in my twenties) and never settled. As soon as I drove back over Saddleworth Moor to head home, I felt calmer and happier. Lancashire felt gloomy. Yorkshire had a light that I just couldn’t find anywhere else.

I live with my husband, Chris and our three kids, Archie, Martha and Mabel. Someone once told me “three’s a breeze.” It’s not. That was a lie. They’re gorgeous and fabulous and of course I love them dearly. They are also a constant irritant and the hardest thing in my life. I am a mum who makes other mums feel good about their own failures. I fail at mothering on a daily basis. I open cupboard doors and quietly mouth “f**k off!” before turning to the treasures of my loins to find out what they could possibly be asking me for next.

I run. This is mainly to counteract the impact of my favourite hobbies; drinking wine and eating pasta. Oh, and white chocolate. Can’t forget white chocolate. I have actually run the London Marathon.

I sing in a band. A good band. We play at weddings and events around Yorkshire. In my next life I will be a reincarnation of Stevie Nicks. I was once in a girl band managed by Mr Motivator and I used to be a Bradford Bullette and danced on the pitch at Murrayfield to Tony Hadley singing “Gold” live. I wore American Tan Tights. He wore a floor length, black leather coat.

I now work as a freelance copywriter. I started writing thanks to my mum.  My lovely mum was diagnosed with early on-set vascular dementia in 2015 at the age of 64 and her rapid and destructive demise inspired me to write and share her story through a blog ( Writing my blog not only helped me deal with the grief and trauma of my mother’s illness, it has transformed my life. So, thank you, Mum – (bloody miss you though!).

Sarah x