It’s 10.30pm and I’ve just finished working for today after a marathon day starting very early this morning and with a quick scoot up the A303 home from Cornwall this evening. When we got home, I picked up the last batch of 50 charts for a meeting tomorrow and have sat in the garden and finished prepping tonight in the dark.

I count myself as very lucky to have been working within the walls of the cool stone cottage today as it was 87 degrees Fahrenheit in the shade at 11am. I also reckon it’s a bit of a result getting the broadband there sorted so it’s feasible to work at home. Thanks to DMs tenacity by chasing the supplier until they were so sick of his voice that they sorted the problem, it’s now up and running.

Not so good is the fact that I’ve been dicing with fate by prepping a presentation to be delivered to some pretty important folks tomorrow and I saw the charts for the first time today. I’ve had to really keep my nose on the grindstone all day to get myself up to speed with the survey so I don’t let myself, my colleague or the company down when I stand up tomorrow.

I have not given my camera or PBASE a second thought all day as I’ve been grappling with numbers and trying to find a nice-ish way of delivering not-such-nice-news tomorrow to a client who will, I think, be expecting good things. That’s the way the cookie crumbles as they say! Mind you, delivering bad news is often painful for the agency as it is a rare client indeed who won’t snipe at the agency when things are bad!!!

DM volunteered to drive home because his workload has been considerably lighter than mine today – he’s had a bit of ‘project management’ to do on the cottage….designing the new kitchen with the fitters (exciting), another look in the interminable search for a second-hand Rayburn that is the right spec for what we want and planing down doors so they shut again after the carpet fitters finished work last week.

As we drove through Winterbourne Stoke (the last village before Stonehenge) I thought to myself the light is good, let’s try and get a shot in as we drive past. I’m quite pleased with the result considering it’s taken from a car moving at 50 miles an hour along a road a quarter of a mile from the stones.

Despite speculation about all sorts of things, we have no idea why they were built and only really know that the stone came from Wales. I can’t imagine why anyone would drag such heavy things such a long way then stand them on end in a field. DM’s theory is that it’s the stone age version of Wembley Stadium! Well, who can disprove this theory – certainly not the Druids……

Two years ago, DM and I were out with Champagne Hughie and Shazbop, celebrating Sharon's Bastille Day birthday. Last year I was 'up close and personal' with a bee.