We walked the length of the Essex Way over Easter. The ancient woodland and the villages are beautiful. Essex is a real hidden gem absolutely brilliant walk. Photos at http://www.flickr.com/photos/mole-volio/sets/72057594111232209/.
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The Essex Way begins in my manor, or thereabouts – Epping. It ends in Harwich. East Anglia is a mysterious land and we’re really looking forward to walking through it this Easter. Essex County Council produce a booklet and we also bought 4 Ordnance Survey maps. We’re aiming for 20 miles a day, and at 81 miles, it will take us 4 days.
If that goes ok we’ll investigate the Cambrian Way this summer. Wales. Playground of the English.
... we had a compost bin in the garden (my other half’s Nan’s old house). It’s round the back of the shed, an unappealing area where I never went.
So now we compost. Regularity and hygiene are maintained through the use of a mini table-top swing bin. It fills up every day and then one of us empties it before it has a chance to reek.
Emptying it at night gives a frisson of revulsion since we found a rat in the vicinity. No I didn’t call environmental health, and wear are the effing cats when you need them?
The bin never runneth over, so I assume that everything is rotting down nicely. The bugs like it, anyway. On that account, I’m not looking forward to emptying it. At all.

