Tag: bess

I love you Bess.

15 May 2015

My darling dog Bess came to the end of her well lived life yesterday. I tried to tell her many times, and I hope she knew: I love you Bess. She's buried where we often used to walk her, above Glossop, where the pine trees catch the wind that sweeps across the moor and a […]

Describing the monsters under my bed.

10 March 2015

I want to describe one of the monsters under my bed – one of the things that keeps me awake at night. I don't believe describing the monster will make it disappear, but I hope it may help you understand how I'm feeling about something I've barely mentioned. In 2007, I wrote this article about […]

Portraits: Bess

6 February 2013

One thing about taking photos of people, is that there's quite a lot to consider, and one of the most central is the feelings of the person you're taking the photograph of. If the person being photographed doesn't like the photo, posting it say, on this blog, might be a good way to make myself […]

Reservoir Dog?! (A close call)

13 January 2010

As I now live in the centre of Manchester, and being cooped up in a flat is certainly not enjoyable for a dog, Bess, our well loved Staffordshire Bull Terrier currently lives at home with my parents. As my father is usually at work all day, usually it falls to my mother to walk her. […]

A Life Changing Experience

26 April 2009

What could be more typically British than having a dog? Even the Romans exported our hunting dogs to the rest of the empire, in the early years of the first century. You know every school boy's favourite song about “One Man and his Dog” going to mow a meadow? It's not one man and his […]