Catherine Berry's Blog

An Introduction to Catherine Berry

Catherine is the daughter of one of our former partners, Keith Watmough, who died suddenly of a heart attack in March 2007. In memory of her father Catherine has decided to undertake a trek to Everest Base Camp in order to raise money for the British Heart Foundation to support them in their work fighting heart and circulatory disease. Clough & Company are proud to be the main sponsor for this event and wish her well in her endeavours.

Out of the clouds

Tuesday 27th April 2010

Gosh, where do I begin? How can I possibly describe what has been such an amazing time of my life?

I think I’ll start by saying thank you to you all for your support in cheering me on and sponsoring me to get there, to Base Camp. Our total raised for the British Heart Foundation is a whopping £6286.03. As a group of 36 trekkers we have raised £118,000.

My adventure has been everything and more I hoped it would be. It was challenging, it was exhilarating, it was awesome, it was tough and always worth the energy I put in to it. I’m glad I trained as I did. I’m glad I took care of what kit to buy. I’m glad I saw each step as important as every other. It wasn’t about getting to Base Camp (that was the bonus) it was about getting on the plane at Heathrow and giving it my best shot. And I certainly gave it my best shot!

After a long trip and few hours sleep in Kathmandu, I boarded a plane on the 13th March for the short flight to Lukla, the start of our trek. Once all 36 trekkers were safely landed we took our first steps towards our destination. On the days that followed we experienced the effects of altitude. As my heart raced and I struggled to keep my breathing regular, I kept telling myself I was doing great. As we climbed higher and the nights got colder I donned more and more clothes to sleep in. My down jacket with hood up and hat underneath and my down gloves over my thermals was my nightwear. I kept company with my next day’s clothes and camera and batteries and head torch in my sleeping bag every night. The toilets were at best, ‘interesting’, at worst; think ‘Slumdog Millionaire’ and that describes them well. When the area to put your feet was covered by a layer of ice, as it was at altitude, I was more concerned about slipping ‘in’ than anything else!

At lower altitudes there were villages and trees and rivers and sunshine! At higher altitudes there were rocks and ice and no signs of life, yet it was always beautiful. One morning we awoke to discover our tents covered in snow and that was the day we headed out before breakfast to catch our first glimpse of Everest. Having a snowball fight quite literally took our breaths away! It’s easy to forget that running at altitude is near impossible.

Sadly five of our team didn’t make it to Base Camp. Two were poorly with altitude sickness on the way up, a third injured his foot and another two made it to the final day before succumbing to the altitude. I didn’t anticipate the three helicopter rescues that were needed and I didn’t anticipate the amount of sickness and ‘drippy bottoms’ that spread through the group. Seeing some of my trekkers who had spent the night being poorly then get up and walk for 6/7/8 hours, unable to eat because of sickness and continue to put one foot in front of the other despite being weak and exhausted, made me grateful that I stayed relatively well.

On a couple of occasions I sobbed! On many occasions I laughed. Every evening in a tea lodge we ate dinner together as a group and passed on the ‘numpty’ hat. The ‘said’ hat was a big green leprechaun hat which was awarded each evening to the ‘numpty’ of the day. I successfully won the hat by being convinced one day that my walking poles were not my walking poles and interrogating the whole group about who had ‘pinched’ mine! My song for the trek was ‘Nobody’s gonna break my stride’, which I sang at any moment I felt the urge to give myself a boost. Not sure my fellow trekkers appreciated my efforts but I enjoyed an occasional boogie at altitude!

The final three days of the trip as we descended were almost as tough as the ascent. They were loooong days of big ‘ups’ and ‘downs’ and boy was I glad of the beer that awaited us as we returned to Lukla. A party at the tea lodge in Lukla was a lovely end to the trekking part of our adventure. In Kathmandu we celebrated again and that first shower and sleep in clean sheets was a treat we had all earned.

I could say so much about this trip. One thing I know is that life is full of possibility and there are always adventures to be had. I hope I’ll always be willing to take those steps and embark of those adventures even when I have no idea how I will do it. This trip has shown me that I can set myself a goal which is way ‘out there’ and I can work to achieving it without knowing how, when I set out.

Thank you one final time for being with me in many ways on this journey.

I’m embarking on a new adventure very soon and feeling excited about what’s to come.

Love
Catherine J X

Nearly Time to Rock & Roll

Wednesday 3rd March 2010

After 13 months, several fundraising events, numerous circuits around Otley Chevin, quite often ascents of various hills around the British Isles, massive amounts of support, donations, words of encouragement and general all round love and cheering on, I’m ready (almost) to take the next step and board a plane bound for Kathmandu.

D-day is fast approaching and still, I feel, there is a lot for me to do. The biggest job being packing and, this is no ordinary packing exercise! If you could see how much kit I have compared to the size of my kit bag you would be right there with me on this. J However, continuing in my spirit of determination and resourcefulness, I am confident I can handle this challenge.

The ‘to do’ list is growing rather than shrinking at the moment as emails abound from my fellow trekkers. We have discussed the merits of ‘surgical spiriting’ versus ‘moisturising’ our feet, who is responsible for packing the jelly babies which we have determined are THE sweet for those tired and emotional moments. There has been much on how we will celebrate St Patrick’s Day and Guinness seems to be ‘favourite’ although, where that will fit in the kit bag is anybody’s guess. Our trek doctor very kindly sent out a weather report from Base Camp this week. Minus 7 is the maximum daytime temperature with a cool minus 22 as the delight we are soon to experience at night in our humble tents. I purchased a balaclava recently as night time head wear. Mmmm, lovely. I look like I am about hold up the local bank when wearing it but, I’m not sure how many HSBCs there are at 17,000 feet?

My fundraising total to date is… wait for it… a staggering £6654.03. Quite incredible! Totally fantastic! Thank you!!! :-)

During the trek I won’t be in contact and I hope to be able to send an email when I am back in Kathmandu on the 27th March. We are due at Base Camp on Monday 22nd March. I’ll have some thoughts of you and the support you have given me in order for me to be there.

Not much more for me to say now except once again, thank you for reading, for sharing this adventure with me and again, for your love and support.

So, as Arnie once said at I’m sure was a significant moment (or not), ‘I’ll be back!’. In the meantime, I leave York at lunchtime next Thursday, the 11th, , meet with my trekking buddies at Heathrow at 5.30 in the afternoon and our plane is due to depart at 8.30. We’ve got a bit of a trek to get to Kathmandu in the first instance with a 6 hour flight to Doha and then a stop for 4 hours before the final 6 hour leg to Nepal. It’s 5.30 in the afternoon Nepal time when we land and then check in to out hotel for the night. The last sleep in a bed for a while! On the 13th March, exactly 3 years to the day since Dad died, we fly to Lukla. We get out of the plane and walk! Wow! What will I be feeling? Kathmandu is 5 hours ahead of GMT (I think!) so as you wake up on the 13th, I guess I will be taking my first steps towards Everest Base Camp.

I’m attaching one or two photos of the journey I have been on to get here. The first piccie is a very snowy, rather chilly hike up Ingleborough last Friday. My trusty compass did us proud.

Love and a huge :-)
Catherine x

Final Push

Monday 15th February 2010

So, I really am almost 'there' in terms of my planning and preparations. Not much more to do now except get to Heathrow and have an amazing adventure. Wow!

Another training weekend in The Lakes proved to be a challenge in terms of the number of blisters I returned with. My new boots are great for the nerves in my feet, they just seem to be giving my right foot a bit of a battering at the moment. Anyway, compede is a gift with regard to protection for my feet. I made the mistake of pulling off one of the pads before my skin had healed and took a nice chunk out of my heel at the same time! Ouch! My hip is also a little unhappy again so I've decided to visit my physiotherapist again for a final bit of advice. It probably all sounds worse than it is and I'm sure all this overcoming of hurdles will stand me in good stead for minus 20 degrees and almost 6000 metres. I keep on doing my 'core' exercises and bathing my feet with surgical spirit and generally chipping away in my usual style. Nothing is stopping me now J
I have the final 'touches' to add to my kit list. More plasters!, more painkillers!, more sweets! And a few other bits and bobs. I'm looking forward to my kit bag arriving soon so I can have a practice pack. 12 to 15kg maximum weight allowance is all I have, so it really is just the essentials that I can take along. I've even bought the lightest weight notebooks I could find so I can keep on writing as I trek! I'm looking forward to not having a phone, laptop or other communication device and 'simply' enjoying the adventure.

I was pleased with the interview on Radio Leeds last week. It was much more focused on me and my journey with CFS/ME than I had anticipated and I hope I conveyed where I have come from and what 'this' is in terms of a huge achievement physically, mentally and emotionally for me. They've invited me to go back afterwards and have another chat. I think that will be amazing.
Thank you for your donations. It makes me smile to know how much money we have raised. For those who have asked me recently, my just giving page is www.justgiving.com/catherineeverest
Only 13 more days of training and then 10 days of rest, carbohydrates and final preparations!

I keep 'rollercoastering' now between excitement, thoughts of 'what the heck am I doing?!!', more excitement and a quiet determination and focus to get on the plane in 3 weeks on Thursday and go have a totally fabulous time no matter what I encounter along the way!

As always, your encouragement and support is a huge source of strength and motivation for me. Thank you for reading, for sharing, for your messages, for walking with me, for imparting me with your knowledge, for cheering me on and donating generously.

I'll be back once or twice more. Til then, between now and then,
Love, Catherine x

The Countdown Begins...

Monday 1st February 2010

So, 5 weeks on Thursday is now all that remains between me and my adventure.

I'm certainly feeling that I'm on the final push and stepping up a gear with my training. My new boots and newly 'physio-ed' hip are performing well. A hike up 'Yorkshire's Everest', proved to me that I have found the right people in my physio and podiatrist in assisting me to sort out my pains. After snowy and icy and windy and cold conditions at the summit of Whernside I am pain free! Yippee! I do the exercises which they have recommended every day and all's good. Rob, my physio, doesn't want to see me again! How great is that. J

I have also started bathing my feet in surgical spirit every day to harden up the skin. I'm gathering some final 'top tips' from a couple of people I have met along my travels who have already 'done' the trek. I've seen some photos of the loos which some kind person on last year's trek decided to post on flickr? Why?... Anyway, that could be the biggest challenge of the trip!

I must sometimes look like I am 'the crazy walking lady of York' as I trek off to work in my full walking kit, ruck sack full of 'stuff' on my back and I even tested out my water bladder a week or so ago during my morning 'hike' across Hob Moor. The last time I was on The Chevin someone asked me if I'd walked from Norway and someone else asked me if I'd lost my skis. Funny people. J

I've borrowed a 'good luck' pillow from a fellow trekking pal and have only a short list of kit still to pull together. My train to Heathrow on the 11th is booked and check in times is confirmed.

I'll receive my kit bag from the British Heart Foundation soon and am keen to do a 'practice pack'. My weight allowance for the trek is 12 - 15kg. Yes, I know Richard; you'll believe it when you see it after kindly carrying my bags on my trip to see you for a weekend in London last year! ;)

Clough and Company, where Dad was managing partner, have generously sponsored me and my fundraising is now at a staggering L6119.03. Thank you to all at Clough and Company.

I thought £5000 was a huge target - it is! Thank you all for your fabulous support. We've done something really special between us.

I am being interviewed on Radio Leeds on Thursday morning with Johnny I'Anson. Exciting and a great opportunity to inspire hope for those with CFS/ME as well.

Attached is a photo of a snowy and sunny Whernside.

Love to all, Catherine X

www.justgiving.com/catherineeverest

My journey so far

Thursday 21st January 2010

On the 11th March 2010 I am flying to Kathmandu. On the 13th March 2010 I am flying to a tiny airstrip in the Himalayas. It will be 3 years to the day since Dad died on the 13th March 2007.

I am taking part in a trek to Base Camp, Everest. It is in aid of the British Heart Foundation.

The trek is about so many things for me. First and foremost it is about celebrating the life of a fabulous man, Dad.

Those of you who had the privilege to know Keith Watmough – a managing partner at Chartered Accountants Clough & Company - would, I’m sure, describe him as a man with a big smile! He did have a big smile, and a warm heart and a passion for life and for giving. He gave to us, his family; he gave through his work for the Citizens Advice Bureau, as a mason, in his and Mum’s commitment every year to hosting children, still affected today, from the Chernobyl disaster.

I would like to give something. It seemed ‘right’ to give to the British Heart Foundation who are working to research, educate and provide medical services into the causes and treatment of heart disease. Dad died of a heart attack. He was only 64 when he died. It was unexpected. We, and he, didn’t know he was anything other than fit and healthy.

My own struggles over 10 years with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome mean that I know the value of health. Not that long ago I could not have considered taking part in this trek. There were days, lots of them, when I couldn’t walk up the stairs at home, never mind walk up a mountain, a big one at that! There were days when standing up from kneeling down was impossible without support. Now, I am going to the top of the world! I know how precious health is.

This trek is a challenge for me and one which I have been training for for several months.

On my journey so far, I have met up with a wonderful lady who is 70 years old this year and who has done the trek to base camp twice in the last decade! She took up walking 12 years ago and since then has trekked 6 times in Nepal, been up Mount Kilimanjaro and along the Inca trail. She was a joy to spend time with and she gave me some handy tips about how to keep warm at night (temperatures drop to -20 degrees), how to keep cool in the daytime (temperatures rise to 25 degrees during the day) and how to handle the ‘interesting’ toilet facilities! She told me about the lovely people she has met along the way. There was a Scotsman in full highland gear trekking to base camp! She was fascinated by the Russian pilots who are the ones who fly the small planes in and out of the airstrip at Lukla.

I heard an inspiring talk by Dave Bunting about his expedition to Everest in 2006. Dave led a team from the British Army to attempt the summit of Everest via the West Ridge. Only 19 people have succeeded the ascent via the West Ridge, ever! Dave and his carefully selected team spent 3 years training and planning for their expedition. After 3 months on the mountain he made the decision not to go for the summit and risk some of his team not coming home. His story, photographs and commitment to the job he set out to do have fuelled my passion for my adventure. I know that those of you who know me well have already asked me when I will be talking about going to the top, well….if there was a man to inspire me, I heard him talk last year.

In October I journeyed to Keswick and met up with 28 of my fellow base camp trekkers. On the Saturday we all completed Grizedale Pike, Crag Hills and Sale in just under 6 and a half hours which the man who is leading us next year to base camp was happy with. I was a little sore at the end of several steep ‘ups’ and ‘downs’ but I learned a lot, had tons of fun and my boots, poles and rucksack became my new best friends!

On the Saturday evening Jeff, our trek leader, talked to us about what we can expect on our journey next year and we got to see some photies of where we will be sleeping, which is in little green 2 man tents, the magnificent mountain itself and we heard a detailed description of how to make a trip to the toilet tent and why wearing your head torch whilst in there gives everyone else a great view of things they really don’t need to see. We were also briefed on what to do when faced with a spooked yak which, in short, was get out if its way, quickly! We saw what happens to your nose if you don’t wear sun block at those altitudes and heard how we will enjoy a varied diet of garlic soup, eggs, rice, eggs, vegetables, eggs and oh, eggs.

On the Sunday we did an easier walk and it was no less beautiful.

At the end of October I ventured further north to pit myself against the biggest hill in the British Isles….. the Ben.

With Scafell and Snowdon conquered, I could not have got to the end of last year without attempting Ben Nevis. I knew the weather ‘up top’ is harsh in Winter and so I calculated that the last weekend in October was probably one of the last remaining of the year for me to attempt ‘the big one’ without crampons and an ice axe and the possibility of some very severe weather. On the Saturday morning, wearing new socks (I didn’t remember to pack socks and something I won’t be repeating in March), carrying my trusty poles and with my ruck sack full of supplies on my back, I arrived at the foot of the hill. It was windy! Actually, it was very windy and the clouds were grey. I knew that one was not going to be the sunny stroll up Snowdon which I had enjoyed a few weeks earlier. However, with my sense of adventure intact and a clear intention to get to the top, we began………

Half way up, we met people coming down who had decided enough was enough. The 80 mile an hour winds at 900 metres and the prospect of even stronger winds at the summit were proving a challenge. Several times I was knocked off my feet by a sudden gust and I started to doubt whether it was wise to keep going. We agreed that if one of us wasn’t comfortable with continuing we would descend, and yet we kept going. We passed some who had reached the top and others who said the winds were just too strong.

As the temperature dropped and the rain kept pouring, we kept walking….up.

At the second cairn, which we didn’t realise at the time, was one of several at the top which mark the way to the shelter on the summit, we decided to stop. A powerful gust of wind and with me starting to feel the cold and the fact that I had promised myself we would start the descent at 2pm at the latest and it was 2pm, meant that we decided to go down.

In the scheme of mountain climbing, I felt that that day in October was tiny, and yet to me it was an emotional journey. To turn back when we knew we were so close to getting to the top was a struggle. I was cold and tired and feeling vulnerable and to have not quite got there is something I didn’t know how I would respond to until it happened. At that moment I was certain that it was the right decision and yet still I felt disappointed to have been so close and not got to the shelter, the point I felt was the top.

As we descended I shed some tears of frustration and disappointment and it made me think of Dave Bunting, whom I had heard talk some weeks before about his decision not to go for the summit of Everest due to bad weather after spending 3 years training and 3 months on the ground in Nepal preparing. My experience felt tiny in comparison.

On Sunday, a trip to the visitor centre, meant that we learned that the cairn we had decided to turn back at was one of several ‘helping’ walkers to the summit on the plateau. Only 20 minutes from the top was what we learned we had been and yet at that moment, 20 minutes was too long. We had reached the plateau and ‘simply’ needed to cross it to the reach what is deemed the summit. In winds of up to 100 miles an hour and with a temperature with wind chill of minus 15, that 20 minutes was too much.

As the weather cleared for a time on our descent, I turned round and smiled at the mountain. She had been just that little bit too much for me on Saturday and I know she and I have a further meeting to look forward to. I’m happy, very happy with what I did that day and left looking forward to more adventures.

In November, I moved to York and joined the ‘flat land’ people. I took on a quest to find the biggest and nearest hills to York and so far Sutton Bank seems to be the closest training spot. It’s very fitting because that was one of Dad’s favourite views, over the vale of Pickering. Still, the steps on the Chevin are probably about as perfect a training place as I can find so I have been heading back over there whenever I can to keep on walking up and down them.

Recently I went to the ‘docs’ and got up to date with vaccinations. I did a trial of some medication which I got from my doc which is a tablet to help with the effects of altitude. I don’t know until I am there if I’ll be affected by the altitude and the drug called diamox can help if I am. I took diamox tablets for a few days to see if I experienced any side effects or if they are tolerable so that I can take diamox during my trek.

In December I had news! BIG news!

I reached the minimum target I need for my trek to Base Camp…….. to be precise, we (cos this is definitely a joint effort) had raised £3354.03 between us all at that time !!!

That was a YEEHAH moment !!! J

With just over a week to Christmas I pushed through and made it round 5 circuits on my steps. Another ‘yeehah’ moment!

I took an hour and a half to do 5 circuits. I was working more hours in the run up to Christmas than I usually do and so a training session on Christmas day was planned and mum joined me. (She’s a star!) J

On the trek, for 5 consecutive days we will be walking for 8-9 hours a day. That’s when we are up high and close to Base Camp so there really was logic in my madness in including some training on Christmas Day.

Preparations for getting the kit I need are going well too. My shiny new down jacket and other kit enjoyed another outing when I took them to James’, my nephew’s, school to talk to his class about my trip. I had a lot of fun with 30 ten year olds who had a long list of interesting questions for me. I showed them some films I found on the national geographic website about an Everest expedition. We talked about Edmund Hilary and Tenzing Norgay, the effects of altitude, what I’ll eat when I’m away and, much much more. I found it fascinating to notice the difference, generally, between the questions the girls asked and those of the boys. The girls asked about how I’m feeling about going, if I’ve ever thought I might not make it and whether I’m going with anyone I know. The boys asked what I’ll be eating for breakfast, what the toilet will be like and where I bought my self inflating mat from! I’ve never seen so much interest in a mat before! By the end of the afternoon most of the 30 had tried out my sleeping bag, modelled my jackets and had a lie down ‘try out’ on my mat.

My favourite question was whether I will be taking a teddy with me to Base Camp! Fabulous!

Another great question was, what will I do when I get to Base Camp? I hadn’t thought about that before!

I ventured out with mum and her walking group companions for a walk around Swinsty and Fewston reservoirs. When she told me how much she enjoyed her Monday morning walks, I hadn’t realised it was because of the nature of the jokes told on route! Lots of laughs that day!

I’ve recently had a roller coaster few weeks with increasing pain in my hip and then foot. After ‘pretending’ that it would all just go away, I finally asked our trek doctor what he thought might be going on. His advice was to stop impact training and get it investigated, which I did.

I went to see a podiatrist who then brought in a physiotherapist and after an hour and a half of bring prodded and asked to stand on one leg and then the other and walk up and down several times, they diagnosed a problem with some muscles in my back. They concluded that some of my core muscles are not working and that a joint in my left hip is locked and not rotating as it should, hence the pain in my hip and now foot.

I have been given a pair of insoles to wear and been told to buy some more new boots which have a harder sole and more support for my feet. Cycling is now my main training exercise until my hip and foot are able to stand up to walking training again. I have to do ‘some’ walking though and now I am faced with the challenge of finding out what is my ‘base line’. I need to walk and stop before I feel pain

After being concerned for a few days that my trip might be in question, I was delighted to hear that worse case scenario is that I can have a steroid injection before I go to see me through and that if I do as I’m told and keep within what my body can manage, I will be ‘all systems go’ in March! I’ll be having physio until my muscles are stronger and also doing daily exercises to work on getting the muscles that have ‘forgotten’ how to work working again. It seems the 10 years of CFS/ME may mean that some muscles don’t remember how to work and need to learn again. To go from where I was to a trek to base camp may not have been the easiest thing to embark on but…. I never did choose the easy option in life!

Venturing out to Snowdonia last weekend for another ‘full on’ ‘high powered’ training weekend, I was certainly put through my paces again… in a very different way to what I had planned……

5 hours in McDonald’s, 10 hours on 8 trains and some time at Bangor hospital was NOT what the itinerary had suggested for the weekend.

It all began with an overheated car on Friday evening and ended with a dilemma about how to get home from Bangor hospital on a Sunday afternoon.

As I was singing along to my favourite ‘sing along’ tunes ready to go and looking forward to a jolly drive to Wales, I noticed my car temperature gauge was showing ‘hot’ and decided to pull in for a McDonalds cheese burger deluxe in the hope that ‘she’ would cool down whilst I ate. Starting ‘her’ up again half an hour later, I knew something was not quite ‘right’. I called the AA who said they would be with me by 7pm, it was 6.15. ‘Great, time for a coffee and then I’ll be on my way again’, I hoped!!

At 7.15 I had a hunch that the AA might not be arriving as they had intended and when I rang for more news, they told me 9.30 was their new eta. At 11pm they arrived…

5 hours in McDonald’s is not my recommendation for a Friday evening if anyone is thinking of trying it.

The very kind recovery man loaded my poor baby on to his truck and unloaded her at the garage before dropping me at Mum’s for the night.

On Saturday morning I found out that a train journey to Betws y Coed involves 5 hours on 4 trains and promptly booked a ticket. One of my fellow trekkers promised me a ride home on Sunday and, to me, being part of the group, even if I missed Saturday’s walk, was worth the effort involved to get there.

I met up with everyone late on Saturday afternoon and was ready for a good walk on Sunday. Little did I know that my weekend was about to get even more ‘interesting’.

On Sunday morning I received a text message from one of my fellow trekkers, the one who had promised me the lift home, to say that they were in Bangor hospital with suspected kidney stones, their car was parked outside our hostel in Betws y Coed and they were sorry but they couldn’t drive me home. In the spirit of teamwork and ‘pulling together’ I offered to drive the car to the hospital and then find a way home from Bangor.

Anyway, I delivered the car and realised I was now even further away from home than I had been in Betws y Coed and had the prospect of Sunday train times to get to grips with. I did, and arrived back at Mum’s to collect my car late on Sunday afternoon having done no walking, drunk huge amounts of McDonald’s coffee and become an expert on the North Wales train timetable! If anyone ever feels the need to go to any of the North Wales tourist resorts, please do let me know because I have detailed knowledge of the best train routes in the area!

I’m glad I put in the effort to go along, despite my ‘alternative’ itinerary, It was great to meet up with those who I will be spending 2 and a half weeks with in the very near future and, given the challenges I have had with my hip and foot recently, it all worked probably for the best in terms of not over doing the walking at this stage.

Enjoying the countdown to ‘take off’ which feels like it has now started. 7 weeks til we leave! My kit is almost complete and I can now focus on taking good care of myself and ensuring I train and, not too much, so as to get my hip and foot tip top before the 11th March.

I am asking for support and sponsorship and I have a just giving page, it’s www.justgiving.com/catherineeverest.

Thank you for taking the time to read my blog and I appreciate your support.

Love to you, Catherine x