Goodbye note pads, hello hay and welly boots

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There is the old saying, never work with animals or children and it’s a rule I’ve stuck to – until now.

After six years at The Falkirk Herald, I’m moving on to pastures new. Quite literally, I’ll be working in a pasture after taking up the role of running an equestrian centre.

I joined the Falkirk Herald straight out of university and during my six years in the offices in Camelon and Grangemouth, I’ve got married and had a baby, as well as experienced some frankly bizarre stories as well as heartbreaking and hilarious ones.

I spent the day in clown college, interviewed a Santa suit clad Eamonn Holmes and weighed handbags with a back specialist on the high street.

I got beaten up by a 14-year-old girl, went to boot camp and learned an infinite amount of local history thanks to Ian Scott.

I got into running after accepting an invite from Strathcarron Hospice to run their annual 10km, a move that resulted in clocking up thousands of kilometres in the years since.

I’ve seen countless amateur productions – mostly fantastic ones thankfully – and pantos and I fully blame the dozens of restaurant reviews for those stubborn extra pounds. Well you can hardly turn down dessert when doing a review.

I’ve met some incredible people that have overcome diversity and lots of generous philanthropists that always put the needs of others before themselves.

Then, of course, there are the Falkirk Herald staff, I’ll miss the daily gentle ribbing from my colleagues. They have put up with my terrible baking and even worse jokes for years. Maybe they will go down better with the horses – why the long face?