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 as the rain pours 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 nosey about everything language-related! These days I channel my obsession into bringing up-to-date language and cultural skills to my customers!

For more information have a look at my blog to see what I’ve been doing to keep my language and business skills up to date.

Growing up, our house was often full of international visitors - my parents spoke Esperanto and often had visitors from many countries. In those days I was far more interested in the exotic treats and presents they brought with them. Later I realised what a global perspective it had given me.

My mother named me ‘Heather’ to remember the Scottish Highlands where her ancestors originated, where heather is a common sight on the hills. Soon her friends were asking how ‘the little sprig of heather’ was getting along - and the name stuck!

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