My bowls journey is really a story about family, friendship, two countries, and a sport that found its way into my life. It started with my Grandad, grew seeds in my childhood in England, resurfaced at a difficult time 35 years later, and followed me across the Atlantic to California.
My first connection with bowls was through my Grandad, Don, who played at Bournville Bowls Club in Birmingham in the late 1970s and early 1980s. Bournville is famous around the world as the home of Cadbury chocolate. George and Richard Cadbury established the famous chocolate works there in the late 19th century and built recreation and sporting facilities into their vision for the community. Grandad was a keen bowler and I remember a couple of trophies sitting on the window sill. Sadly he passed when I was only 5 years old.

I had a couple of goes myself as a young kid during summer holidays on the public green at Abbey Fields in Kenilworth. My home town of Kenilworth is just a short distance from Stratford-upon-Avon, Shakespeare’s home. I also recall the indoor bowls world championships broadcast live on BBC2 and so I will forever recall the names of bowls legends David Bryant and Tony Allcock.

The next chapter came many years later, following the death of my beloved ‘Nan’ and widow of Don, Mollie. While I was back in England organizing her funeral and dealing with her estate, my cousin’s husband Philip gave me something I didn’t know I needed — a break. We played crown green bowls together in Rubery.
For anyone unfamiliar with crown green bowls, it is a traditional form of bowls particularly associated with the Midlands and north of England. Unlike the relatively flat surface of a standard lawn bowls green, a crown green has a distinctive raised centre and subtle slopes. The jack can be rolled in any direction, anywhere on the green – there are no rinks!

After returning to California, I started wondering: I wonder if bowls exists in the Bay Area?
I searched — not expecting to find much. I certainly never imagined that I’d discover not just one club, but a whole bowls community across Northern California. Berkeley Lawn Bowling Club answered the call and in May 2024 I joined right there and then.
Tucked away in Berkeley, I find the club to be so peaceful and the green and surrounding grounds are beautifully maintained. That doesn’t happen by accident. It is the result of an enormous amount of volunteer effort; working on the green, landscaping, weeding, pruning, repairing and generally doing whatever needs doing.
And then there were Janie and Patricia. They took me under their wings and couldn’t have been more supportive, kind and funny. They donated old equipment, encouraged me, and answered my questions. It’s all in the coaching!
I built up the courage to play in a few tournaments and even won the BLBC Novice in 2025. I particularly appreciate the opportunity given to newer bowlers for their own tournament and to compete. Now my name is up on the club’s winners board, which feels incredibly special — especially when I think back to Grandad Don and his trophies. As Janie & Patricia would say, “bowls is in your blood”. More recently in 2026, Janie & I achieved another milestone by finishing second in the Vet-Novice in Oakland.

Today, I’m proud to sit on the BLBC board giving me an opportunity to help with the next part of the journey: getting more people into bowls. We promote and support new membership through advertising, free lessons, and mentoring new bowlers so that it is as welcoming as I experienced. We have a wonderful club and keeping it thriving means constantly bringing new people through the gate.
So what is it about bowls that keeps me coming back? I still play plenty of other sports which are mainly cardio (running, soccer, cycling) but bowls is a wonderful change of pace. There is something incredibly satisfying about standing on the green, reading the shot, judging the weight and line, and then committing. For those few seconds, everything else disappears. The emails, the chores, the noise, the rest of the day — gone. In that sense, bowls is my meditative place as I walk in Grandad Don’s footsteps.



























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