Category Archives: Dogs
If Heineken made a year….it wouldn’t be this one
The cold but radiantly sunny morning found me filled with a sense of purpose as I motored along peaceful winding lanes towards an isolated house in the countryside on a mission of mercy. Once inside that house, through some simple manipulations, I … Continue reading
From tiny acorns grow bloody great truffles…
This is Gollum, a truffling pig of some repute. I spent some time with Gollum and his master whilst shooting a feature for “D” Magazine (The best of Dallas and Fort Worth is the strap-line) in Perigord. On that particular … Continue reading
One man’s meat …….
I took this picture some 10 years ago. It was a random moment; I was driving down a lane somewhere near our home….I can’t remember exactly where it was or I would be tempted to return there….when I saw these … Continue reading
Hump day…and no wonder
° This morning, as I opened the back door to let our guests go outside for a shit, I was confused. We were recently gifted a thermometer that not only displays the temperature outside and inside the house, but also … Continue reading
It’s been real….
I felt like I was Roger Hammerstein as I walked along the forest paths this morning. There was a bright golden haze on the meadow, and the cattle were standing like statues but unfortunately the corn wouldn’t reach up to … Continue reading
The Hound of the Daffodils….
Much as I dislike diminutives, I’m very fond of Trigger and Gypsy. The two eponymous poodles have been in our charge over the last few days, which has meant that I have been drawn away from stove and keyboard and … Continue reading
Hot chocolate virgin…
This country drips chocolate from every pore. In provincial France, good chocolatiers are nearly as ubiquitous as shoe shops, which only sell grotesque shoes, opticians and dodgy hair dressers upon which trio the French economy appears to depend. The illusion … Continue reading
If you go down to the woods today…..
Apart from the discovery of a wasps’ nest in the wall of the house, today started well. The dogs and I were strolling down the sun dappled sandy track that leads into the depths of the Forest of Mervent. On … Continue reading
Le Rouge et Le Noir… or the long and the short of it.
Gypsy has at last spared me a precious nanosecond in which to accomplish her portrait. She may well have fundamentalist leanings being that her head is covered most of the time as it is buried in the ground digging for freedom … Continue reading
Fresh poodles and apricots…
A dish so sought after in the Far East that it is customary to leave one’s daughters on the streets and lock up the poodles. The poodle catcher is on the qui vive and the game’s afoot. The Vendée, however, … Continue reading