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‘The Simpson Sisters’ was a name I chose very simply because it was my maiden name, I have three sisters and I thought it had a nice ring to it. In no way did I anticipate that my desire to work for myself would lead to what I now envisage; I imagine telling stories in the future of all the wonderful friendships and collaborations formed at Oak Tree Barn. I love the idea of keeping in touch with those who spend time here and following their futures, watching to see how they might have benefitted from the experience they shared with others and the things they learnt.

Getting down to business in the Peak District

It must be almost exactly 20 years since I last visited the Peak District and my recollections of that weekend are a little fuzzy if I’m honest. Our eldest daughter was just a few months old so sleep deprivation undoubtedly has something to answer for! I do vaguely...

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I feel so full of questions about my life, battling a sense of being trapped by not just my circumstances but  by my own intentions and plans. It’s a feeling I’m very familiar with but it never gets more comfortable, in fact I think the discomfort increases as the...

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Navigating life

Not quite an annual review and goal setting post, but sharing my reflections on last year and intentions for the year ahead.

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How To Get The Most Out Of A Workshop

The current trend for workshops is a wonderful way for us to learn from the skills & experience of others, often in a less formal setting than a traditional training course. There is a plethora of subjects to enjoy, from the creative and artistic to the...

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Seeker of Like Minded Souls

A bout of insomnia has had me thinking about my tagline ‘seeker of like minded souls’ and exactly what others may construe from this. I often mention the pleasure and value I gain from spending time with these people, but am not entirely sure that I’ve ever truly...

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Tales from the milking parlour

I have always been fond of cows. One of my earliest memories is of standing on the five bar gate that hung between the end of my parents’ Somerset garden and the bordering field. I recall my elder sister by my side as together we watched Charlie the cow man tending...

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