An in-tents weekend...

I'm off camping today (assuming I can ever persuade K to get out of bed) for the first time in a couple of years. Hope the tent is ok, I haven't really bothered to check it. We're going down to the south west of England in some out of nowhere place because my Brother-In-Law is turning 30 soon. Coincidentally, so are some of his old friends. So they're having a party in a field, a mini festival. We're promised a Portaloo. And more importantly, beer.