Photography with cold numb fingers is like trying to walk when you have pins and needles. The mind is willing, the body appears to be functioning but you just can’t tell. The bassets get impatient with me as I stumble and stall through my micro photo shoots... The kitchen garden may look like it’s been ransacked right now but we’ve still got a wide range of winter vegetables to bring to the table every day. I’ve been taken aback by how we can create a veritable feast from what looks like a humble pile of... Enduring frosty mornings is a love hate relationship. I hate them for the chilly feeling getting up in the morning but love them for the warming sun that is generally guaranteed after a clear cold night. After chipping the ice off the chickens’ water butt I... Wandering back from a walk with the bassets today I looked towards home and was struck by how lucky we are. A place in the country and a moment of sunshine to enjoy. At last I feel that the Domestic Executive equilibrium is coming back and with it a better... Meeting bassets for the first time can be an overwhelming experience. People tend to gush with questions and statements about how they look – “my, all those wrinkles, short legs, red eyes and don’t they look cute cute”. For all their... 