Concentrating on the road, it was the only time that my head was ever clear.
In full leathers, showing off my bike, I was a self-confessed motorhead.
Something that me and my then hubby Peter, had passed on to our daughter Freyja, then seven, too.
Growing up, my family were bikers and ever since I was a child, all I’d wanted to do was ride.
Something that I thought would never be possible to do at first.
Born with joint displacement, hypermobility and a curvature of my spine, my mum Josie, was quickly told that I wouldn’t be able to walk.
However, I put one determined foot in front of the other.
I may have had a bit of a limp, but I never let anything stop me.
In my teens, I made it my mission to join the Army.
Only, diagnosed with juvenile arthritis, after trying to get into the Army nine times in total, my body had had enough.
At just
