Way back in July I buried my head in a sand of despair of photography and it’s taken me months to pull it  out. I learned through this whole self indulgent episode that I was bitten by the photography bug because it pleased me and was not about pleasing others.... 
I can’t resist photographing bassets on the run. You never quite tell how their wrinkles are going to take a handsome basset into a contorted monster look. Fortnum likes nothing better than running full pelt down hill – see how aerodynamic he can be.... 
Every time I look at this photograph I roll my eyes and tut to myself.  If only I’d been a little quicker, more focused, yes if only……. It’s the perfectionist in me.  It was frustration with not getting it “right” in my photography course... 
