To paraphrase The Famous Five. I grew up reading Enid Blyton in South Africa – dreaming of outdoor feasts consisting of ham sandwiches, boiled eggs, lashings of ginger beer and fruit cake.
I had a picnic on Hampstead Heath with a friend in the brief heatwave in May. She brought proper plates! pitta bread, smoked salmon, salad and dressing, posh pastries nicked from her work and I brought puddings. And it was delicious, it did taste much better outdoors. I’m thinking of planning something al fresco tomorrow night if the weather holds.