Only happy when it rains

Well, not quite - but whatever the heavens can throw at me over the next few days won't be dampening my fun, regardless of how Somme-like conditions get.

We're setting off bright and early tomorrow morning, laden with wine, cider, pork scratchings and (a first for me) wellies. Our tent awaits, already erected on (hopefully) safe ground high on Pennard Hill by our accomplices who travelled down this morning.

It's going to be big. It's going to be messy. It's going to be ace. See you on the other side...