The ebb and flow of Melbourne streets was a constant fascination to me. There seemed to be space for everyone – horse drawn carriages, trams, buses, cycles and cars, not to mention the multitude of people moving along. I wish Wellington had better transport... A panting hot basset requires immediate remedial action to avoid an all out walking strike. For once a basset has decided it’s too hot to go further they will simply lie down in flat basset mode and refuse to move. A diversion to the river is a perfect... For a long time our bassets used to be hounds that were seen and not heard. That all changed the day that MT turned into Dolittle Esq and made them believe that he could talk their language. They will now regularly howl in unison and would rather shout out for us... There are few rivalries as celebrated as that between the Poms and Aussies. Add in a dash of cricket and you have the perfect festival for Australians and Brits to claim their respective superiority and supremacy. Since it’s endless banter and cruel humour... Wellington’s famous winds have been thrashing our land this year like no other I remember in the three years since we moved into the house. Our trees have really suffered and we’ve lost at least three which have been blown out of the ground or snapped in... 