ABOUT ME

After having been brought into the world by an awesome Swiss mom and a great English dad, they decided to build a house in a beautiful, small mountain village in the Swiss Alps called Vercorin, in which they actually meat.. 

My parents always loved the mountains being big climbers and mountaineers before their life became more family oriented as me and my brother came into their world in less than two years. Their passion for the mountains and the place I grew up in set me on the path I am on today. 

As soon as I was able to stand and there was snow my parents stuck skis underneath my feet and let me begin my sliding adventures. From the start, I knew that being on snow was the best place for me to be. 

Thank you, mom and dad, for the discovery. 

Vercorin is a very family orientated village with a great ski club run by a local family. I joined the club at the age of two and a half to learn how to ski and began my alpine ski competitions years soon after. 

I enjoyed the team and the skills I was learning but was never a fan of the timer nor the lack of freedom when having to go around gates on a set course. On top of that, we would often train on my favorite lift but had to let go in the middle. We weren’t able to enjoy the top half of the lift which was really bumming. 

At the age of 8, I was already over alpine ski competition and I had an interest raise for snowboarding. I wanted to try but my parents told me to stay in alpine skiing to dial in my technique until I was ten, then I could choose to change and do something else. I agreed and continued on skis for two more years. 

Back then, the ski club organized a course called “The Fun course”. It consisted in discovering different types of on snow activities: Freeride, Freestyle, Telemark skiing and Snowboarding. There were eight Saturday courses divided in two days for each category. The course was super fun and that is when I first got onto a snowboard. I spent most of the two days on my butt but I deeply enjoyed it. We even did a contest of who became the best snowman as everyone kept falling. 

It confirmed my interest in the sport. 

Since then, I have only snowboarded except for 2 years ago at the closing day of a resort, called Treble Cone, in New Zealand, where I decided to get back on skis for the day.

I got registered in the snowboarding group of the ski club and started learning proper riding technique. 

Back then I had no idea how far snowboarding would end up taking me and ten years later I still haven’t got a clue but I’m loving the ride and doing everything possible to spend the most amount of my time on my board.

More about that later…

Of course, snowboarding was not the only thing I was doing. 

With my parents and my little brother, we often went on hikes to discover the beauty of the mountains when snow isn’t on the ground and butterflies are in the air. Usually in autumn, we headed to a hut into a small valley close to home, to hear the bellow of deer trying to find a mate. Sometimes we ended up sleeping in tents or huts in the mountains. 

During the summer or on other bigger holidays, we traveled either by plane to go and see the family in England or go truther just the four of us either with the caravan to the south of Switzerland, Italy or every Croatia once. 

Italy was most often the destination. My brother and I stayed nearly the whole summer holidays there either with our parents or our grandma.

One day there were scuba diving discovery lessons in the swimming pool of the camping, my dad having already had his certification, told us to try and see if the rest of the family would enjoy the underwater world. We did and soon started diving regularly. It was incredible getting to discover a new side of our amazing world. 

With my brother, we would always be playing outside, climbing trees, jumping from rocks onto sand or into water, running barefoot in fields or on sandy beaches. 

A common activity, with the family, when in Italy, was to go cycling into town and get ice cream. I liked being on a bike and at age ten I asked for financial help from my family for my birthday to buy myself a big girl bike. I still have it and use it to this day.

Another big passion my parents head and transferred onto me is climbing.

I’ve got pictures of my parents holding me up on a climbing wall, as I was only a couple months old, trying to figure what the hell I was doing. Soon I was strong enough to climb without the assistance of my parents and I loved it. 

I went to climbing courses, on a weekly basis, in the Val d’Anniviers for a few years. They were super fun. 

I always enjoyed being on ropes and now I am a certified Rope Access worker. It’s crazy how deeply connected your adulthood is to your childhood.