Kent inna tent

I've gone camping in Kent this weekend. Everyone else headed off on Friday, but I work on Saturdays so had to take the train down after work. (Will have to take the train down after work? I'm experiencing a little tense tension as I'm writing this on Saturday to be posted on Sunday) Anyway, the weather forecast is looking decidedly ominous. It's omming like a black cat sitting under a ladder amidst the shards of a broken mirror. I have a strong suspicion that we will end up (are?) huddled damply in a smoky tent with a multitude of plastic cups of wine. Actually that doesn't sound so bad. Bring on the rain!