Today I was rugged up with winter coat, gloves and swaddled in a scarf battling against the gale and wintry sleet. It was not a day I wanted to venture off the veranda let alone have to hack into town. As well as work appointments I had a coffee date with a new... A week or so ago I picked up the pace on my photography training and had a mentoring session with a local photographer. We talked mainly about taking portrait shots so armed with some tips I wanted to try out I asked the bassets to model. After all it was... It’s been one of those weeks that has passed in a flash yet dragged on forever. I found myself running out of steam mid week making hump day (Wednesday don’t you know!) a marathon effort. I don’t know whether I’m sickening but I’m... Hanging onto your ears when you’re a basset is like trying to hang onto your umbrella in a Wellington gale. Something you first battle with and then you give up and let the wind do its thing. Looking at Fortnum in this picture I can’t help but think of... I’ve had a few nick names in my time that I’d rather not have had. I know they’ve been meant kindly but they’ve put too finer point on those aspects of me or my character that I’d rather weren’t highlighted. I’m not sure... 