Another bloody dramaatic sky!

We're off camping in Dorset for our friends joint 50th. We blithely said this morning we'd set off at about midday; then Clare became engulfed in work. So we changed departure time to 2ish. Clare still swamped, me making 3 separate curries and a tarka dhal for the camp curry night.?.
We finally in a fluster ( bad mood me!? Perish the thought) left at about 5.
Its now 9pm and after suffering the hell that is the QE2 bridge at rush hour we haven't even reached the M3! We left the sausages for tomorrows bbq in the freezer and by the time we get there curry night will be a distant memory and we'll be pitching the tent at around midnight with two moany girls. And a moany old man. Probably. But I'm sure not a moany old Clare.
Oh joy.