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I've always loved picnics, especially when taking our grandchildren out, they love to sit on the tartan blanket and see all that goodies Nanny and Grandpa have got hidden away in the mystery basket,box These days though, we take a couple of fold up chairs for ourselves to sit on, the children still prefer to sit on the blanket.Re: Picnics.
Well, speaking as a miserable grouch, I hated them as a kid. My dad always chose a field full of cow poo, we ended up on damp grass full of lumps and bumps and attempting to balance a plate on our laps while waving off insects and trying to keep the food covered. And yes, it was very, very uncomfortable. I guess nowadays everyone takes folding chairs and perhaps little tables and those net coverings for the food, but I really would never want to replicate those far-off days. I feel the same about BBQs - can't really see the point when you can cook the food indoors and just take it outside to eat without the garden being full of smoke, and some sweaty devil standing over it all trying to determine what bits are burnt black and what bits are still raw.Re: Picnics.
You might as well say I picnic almost every day! Each time I go out I have a flask of hot water, coffee, milk in a tiny bottle, and stuff to eat. Whether it's a marathon shopping trip, or when I'm on holiday, home or abroad.Re: Picnics.
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It's nice to hear so many of you enjoy your picnics, not for me I'm sorry to say. Maybe it's just the area in Dublin I was brought up in, it's central and as a kid I don't remember anyone going off on a picnic, it was always to one of the many beaches in Dublin bay, a day at the seaside with sand in your food and everywhere else, foul tasting tea from a flask yuk!, then you'd come home with a bucket of useless shells, and when you emptied them out sand would get all over the place getting crunched into the lino, the mother shouting at you to be careful, then up for a bath to wash more sand away, how I hate sand, it's even worse than grass.
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