‘If you go down to the woods today……sing sing …….Today’s the day the Teddy Bears have their picnic.’
Well I love picnics….I think it’s in the genes of bears really, don’t you? Most picnics require a bit of shopping before hand; bread, wine and stuff like that.
I am very well travelled, so of course I have enjoyed picnics in many countries…well a few, anyway. Here I am by the river Thames in England;
You have to be careful though, because there are many many dogs on the Thames Path….Eeew!
There was another, very famous picnic by the Thames. In Wind In the Willows, Ratty took Mole out on his little rowing boat. Mole was amazed at all the provisions in the hamper. This is what Ratty said he had;
‘coldtonguecoldhamcoldbeefpickledgherkinsfrenchrollscresssandwichesmeatpastegingeralelemonadesodawater’ – Wow, that must have taken a long time to get ready. The author of the book was Mr Kenneth Grahame and he wrote it for his son Alistair, known as Mouse. Here is a picture of Mouse, who seems to have liked picnics too. I wonder what’s in his basket?
In France you just go to a patisserie and buy lots of goodies. Mr dear Dr Bob (my guardian Pauline’s long suffering husband) prefers baguettes at French picnics. Hmmm…
…why would you eat bread when you can have cake?? ‘Je ne sait pas’ (that means ‘I don’t know’). Pauline said she doesn’t know either.
For my birthday a couple of years ago I got a wicker hamper. I really wanted a motor scooter, but never mind. Here I am trying out the hamper. I invited some friends, but they didn’t come. I think my Camellia bloom hat might have been a mistake, just quietly. Lately I have been looking for a bigger hamper. One with plates and cutlery and thermos flasks. You can pick them up quite cheaply, because these days people prefer to put their stuff in foam boxes called Eskies. Uber-tacky in my opinion.
This year I had a picnic on Pauline’s lawn. Everyone turned up this time. That’s what made me think I need a bigger hamper.
Sometimes I catch the train down to Sydney and have a picnic in the Royal Botanic Gardens while Pauline works at the State Library. People have been having picnics beside the harbour here for a very long time. I love this painting of Sydneysiders enjoying themselves at the first sailing regatta. Nobody knows the name of the artist, which is a shame because he (OK..or she) did a great job. Here is just a little section of the picture. I think the ladies had to go hungry because they couldn’t sit down in their big dresses. Haha.
Well last time I was in the gardens there were some people setting up for another big picnic, and they had wicker baskets just like mine. They must be coming back into fashion.
Of course the best picnics are the ones you didn’t expect to have. They are called spontane….. *!#*! #.. spur of the moment ones. You know why? Because you don’t have to get ANYTHING ready…..well except a ‘tablecloth’. I hope I wasn’t breaking the Botanic Gardens laws on this occasion…..hahaha. Because technically I nicked those figs.
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