I live in a small town in rural, Essex, England, United Kingdom – the surrounding countryside is farming and marshland.
I am a housewife, hapless through lack of interest – blogging, gardening and studying (in haphazard fashion) via the Open University in an effort to arrest cerebral atrophy.
This is the second incarnation of my Bugs in my Bathroom blog. The first was on Blogger and it died when I changed service providers at a time of the year when there was little bug activity and therefore little incentive to find anther way to keep it going.
Bug Me! I won’t mind even though I’m busy building an ark if only by an act of omission. I’ll even bug you back if you sound nice and you invite me to.
In all seriousness constructive contributions are always very very welcome in particular when they are in the domain of helping me identify the waifs and strays who come calling.
Technically speaking I use one of two digital cameras; either my older and trusted Kodak DX6340 (not quite point and click, but relative straightforward and highly reliable) or a much newer Hitachi HDC-861E – no extra lenses or filters or ‘photoshopping’. What you see is what I took.
Thanks for reading…
Your blog is a pleasure. Like you, I enjoy raising and releasing creatures that come my way. I work as a naturalist at a country house museum, where there is always something to see and learn about. Our grounds are 152 acres of meadows, forest and wetlands. Thank you for your beautiful photos too. Diane Tucker, Estate Naturalist, Hill-Stead Museum, Farmington, CT USA
Thank you. Thank you for reading and for commenting. It is such a pleasure to receive feedback. I’ve spent sometime reading through some of your wonderful stories and plan to visit again. Best wishes…
Oh, by the way, although I live in New England, my mother’s family lived in Essex. Their town was High Ongar. Do you know it? Cheers, Diane Tucker
Hi again Diane. Yes I know High Ongar. It lies well outside the M25 (the ring road around London) so it is safe from being absorbed, and is quite close to where the Essex branch of my family (migrated to Australia in the mid-1800s) were from. Once outside London’s grim grasp and sticking away from the urban developments along the main arterial roads Essex can be quite as lovely as any part of the country, though like the rest of the ‘East of England’ counties it is very flat. And the history is as interesting as anything, which for someone growing up in such a ‘young’ nation as Australia is a source of endless fascination. Sadly the wildlife isn’t as rich as yours: and certainly no chance of finding moose prints in the snow.