Species Guide: Your Blogger

As a newbie blogger, I find the idea of any of you reading my (hopefully interesting) future ramblings without any context of who I am pretty strange, so to start, here's a simple, non-eloquent, possibly slightly awkward sounding introduction of your friendly naturalist, conservationist, and first class nature addict: Annabel.

Physical characteristics:

long brown hair, good length for being thoroughly tangled by the wind when any considerable amount of time is spent outside. Has been known to contain leaves, mud and/or dried grass, much to disappointment of peers.
clothes often (always) comprised of those which can be made muddy at any moment, frequently already muddy
not in fact normally covered in meerkats, as above photo illustrates, however if it were an option, I wouldn't be wholly against it.
as a general rule, smiling, regardless of weather :)

Habitat: Small countryside town in Hertfordshire, England. Most often found extremely stressed and hence hiding in bedroom and/or escaping into the outdoors with two large golden retrievers, camera and notebook. Excellent at hiding, fieldwork and observing. Less good at remembering to bring a coat.

Behavioural characteristics:

extremely busy, potentially resulting in neglect of blog, but I will do my very best not to let that happen
gets extremely excited whenever the phrases 'did you see that' or 'hey I found out this amazing fact the other day' are mentioned. Is proud of this response.
has surprisingly impressive set of field skills and mountain-craft for someone whose slightly skewed sense of balance has them fall over fairly often
knows a remarkable amount about odd subjects, such as the phylogenetic history of whales. Completely fascinated by sea anemones and tardigrades.
loves to learn, write, and be in the outdoors

Aspirations: Frankly, very much hopes that at least one person out there enjoys anything I post.

I feel we're quite introduced now. Welcome :)

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