I often like to picture myself sitting in a little café just off the Boulevard Saint-Germain in Paris, stylishly sipping a petit café and effortlessly crafting majestic French phrases into their perfectly shaped English equivalents. Sometimes that’s true, but in reality I’m usually to be found in Cardiff, South Wales staring at the rain pouring down outside my window.

My obsession with all things French started as a child. Generally, it came down to nosiness. I wanted to decipher the story of the cute little teddy bear in the French picture book sent to my mother by a penfriend. Languages became my ‘thing’ and I’m still nosy about everything language-related! These days I channel my obsession into bringing up-to-date language and cultural skills to my customers.

My mother named me Heather as a reminder of the Scottish mountains, where her ancestors came from. Soon her friends were asking how the “little sprig” was getting on, and the name stuck!

When I’m not translating, I’m often out walking in the city and the beautiful surrounding countryside. Follow me on Instagram to see where I’ve been lately.