As I pulled up in the car park I was excited yet petrified. What if my newly charged battery would run out of juice? What if everyone else was an expert and I was the class dork? Maybe I’d be out of my depths with a host of highly qualified camera geeks. ... Although a basset hound can’t be trusted to be off lead I do allow Fortnum and Mason occasionally and let them roam under close supervision. I admit, a selfish move on my part really for I find their plodding ways painful to maintain for any length of time and... The wet weather we’ve been having doesn’t put me in the best of moods. I’m sick of trudging through mud and slush and I know that the chickens are fed up with their waterlogged pens. The good news though is that the streams and rivers are flowing... Having “me time” is a common focus of the coaching conversations I have with busy people. For them there just isn’t enough time in the day for them to then find time for themselves. Little Basset is the consummate me time dog – he always... Taking a walk through the bush is like moving through a prehistoric land. A place full of strange and beautiful things. One of my favourites is the Ponga Tree which are the native New Zealand fern trees. With the warm wet climate this winter it’s perfect... 