I’ve written about my penchant for picnics before – but thanks to the wind and the rain they’ve been in pretty short supply this year. Until this weekend, that is, when for two days running we’ve walked for hours along the Dorset coast. My daughter was home from the bright lights of London and desperate for some sea air. She made a delicious picnic, found an old rucksack and was into ...keep reading
We’ve got a bit of a thing about picnics in our family. My mum was so evangelical about them that we used to picnic in all seasons and in all weathers. From rain-lashed, windswept beaches to sunlit Dorset fields, she chose picnic spots with an expert eye and reckoned that food always tasted better when you ate it outside. Sometimes she’d unload a wicker hamper, old patchwork tablecloth, china plates ...keep reading