Fallen trees from the storms a couple of years ago still have their cones fully intact. Mental note to bring backpack and collect as kindling for fire. Mental note two, try not to think about winter every time a cloud comes in the sky. It’s only March and... Imagine how tedious it gets following the same route every day. It’s much the same for the bassets who fall in and out of love of their various walks. There is nothing worse in the world than a disgruntled basset. They are prone to sulks, dragging of paws... As storm clouds gathered over Wellington today it seemed a good chance to allow the words to speak louder. Here’s what I’ve been bleating about recently, courtesy of wordle and hand crafted by his lordship who’s too sick to do anything other than... It’s clear that the seasons are changing. The signs are all around. Never more so in the hedgerows where there are fewer flowers and only the die hard cow parsley prevails. We’ll have to change our routines for dog walking and photography soon. ... Having the blues this week hasn’t been all bad. This is the kind of blue I love. Blue skies reflected in the streams. The bassets were thrilled to be able to hang around by the river today whilst I got reacquainted with my camera again. It might be fixed... 