Nicola Greening

The first of the second generation of Greenings has now joined the fold! After many years of city banks and hedge funds in London, Nicola escaped one dark night, a whisker ahead of the crash, and now hides in deepest Otago. While her Dad threatens her with 118,000 vines to prune, she keeps her head down running EU sales and applying her IT skills to bring us screaming into the modern era. Makes a mean chocolate gingerbread as well.

Nicola Greening
Nicola Greening
Nicola Picking
Nicola Picking
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