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 a traditional Dutch Hat – the ones with the curly sides. Seeing a basset run is one of the most comical things. Big Basset lumbers along like a jumbo jet taking off gathering speed the further he runs.