This photo is very representative of my day – fog and gloom or clear and light – that’s exactly what it’s been like in my world and I don’t know if the forecast is more fog or clear skies. I don't know if I'm coming or going.

It’s my ‘big week’ at work – by Friday I’ll either have pulled off a major coup or I’ll have fallen flat on my face. I’m not entirely sure I can stand the stress of the last few days of preparation or any more worry about this big thing. I’ve been waking in a cold sweat worrying about making sure I’ve dotted every i and crossed every t in the final preparatory phase. I’m sending poor Louise into a frenzy by poking my nose into her bits of the puzzle and I’ve nagged all of the contributors until I’m blue in the face.

I had a painful meeting this morning to discuss the final plans and now (she says) all I have to do is make sure I complete my bits and ensure the rest of the team gets on with theirs. Every contributor will feel as I do – they’ll all want to give their best but even so, it’s a bit of a stressed time.

This strange sight was what I saw while eating my breakfast – you get BIG skies here and you can watch the weather change, which it does very quickly in some cases. This morning, the fog was literally rolling off the hillside and down the valley as I watched. I loved the way the sun was lighting up the red of the bracken on the moor so I grabbed the camera, stuck on the wide-angle and ‘bob’s your uncle’ as they say.

I liked the shot so much I didn’t even bother taking my camera out when we did a marathon track over the hill with the dogs this evening – sometimes it’s nice to go out unencumbered with such stuff. I must say though, the sky was so lovely tonight I did regret my rash actions!

Last year, I was sharing my 'nearly famous' recipe for stuffed mushrooms!