Horrid camera phone picture will be replaced by better one after

Jim's horrified realisation that we're camping next to an ex-girlfriend of his aside, it's all lovely. Absolutely nothing is running to schedule, half the tent's are empty, but we've booked ourselves in for tomorrow night's dress up and party cabaret show so that's good. The people here are serious campers. We're surrounded by electric pumps, pop-up tents and what look like large marquees nicked from a garden party. We've just helped our neighbours Steve and Billy pitch one of their army of vast tents. They have an electric pump and a tentframe that looks like a climbing frame. Billy, who's DJing tomorrow as Billy Disney, is appalled at being named as Billy Daisy on the gate, although as Jim's just pointed out, neither name is particularly macho so it's not a massive problem. The view from the campsite is just stunning. It's as if someone's put up a big billboard and painted a view over it. And did we mention the ponies?