Late season madness

Well, it's 230am and we're on the M20, baby! The car is fully loaded, the moon is ultra bright (own up, who bleached the moon, bloody out of work dental beauty therapists), the breakfast is packed, the roof box has 2 sets of skis and 2 boards. Sweet!

Group ski trip alert, and yours truly has organised it, so 5 people can blame me for the food. Gargh!