It would be easy for me to claim a sudden onset of seasonal adjustment disorder for the embarrassingly long time since my last post. Those long sunny days have vanished and replaced by flashes of sunshine mixed with showers and the occasional grey cloud pout.  Days... 
When you’re a creature of habit, making change can be a pain, a chore and even a down right bore. Â I may have grumbled at the time but restrictions on basset walking forced us to find new walks and in the process we’ve met new dog walking friends.... 
Sometimes I find my ‘failed’ photographs as intriguing as the picture perfect ones. This is Fortnum enjoying his usual leisurely pace. It’s a common misconception that picking up a lead and shouting walkies will bring your dog to paroxysms of excitement.  When the leads get picked up in our house the bassets high tail to the nearest soft place to lie flat and engage their gravity inducing... Fortnum and Mason are without doubt brothers who are also best of friends. Siblings who look out for each other and despite the occasional dispute they always turn to each for comfort. Little Basset is the subservient of the two though doesn’t hesitate to keep... 
