My mother and her sister both joined the WLA as teenagers and absolutely loved the life, once they became accustomed to the hours and the physical nature of the work. Both were city girls, born and raised in Birmingham, so it was an entirely new way of life for them. They were fortunate in being posted together to their first farm so could, at least,support each other when things went awry. In fact, the farmer and his wife were lovely people who became lifelong friends.
She loved working with animals; sticking an arm up a cow's nether regions held no horrors for her and nor did the notion of dagging sheep. It may have been due to her farm experience that she took such a practical line with her children's upbringing. We were encouraged not to be coy about physiological functions and to deal with everything in a straight forward, plain speaking manner.
In addition to working with animals, mom was a pretty competent tractor driver (she particularly enjoyed "crawlers") and mechanic.
Mom kept her "dress" uniform for many years: as a child, I was fascinated by the heavy, scratchy breeches. Somewhere, I have a photo of her, all togged up in uniform, ready for an evening out with my dad, who was then her fiancé. If I succeed in finding it, I'll post it on here.