We decided to have a little family picnic at our local beauty spot - Forty Hill. It was one of those days, when it was just too hot to do anything. Then the night came and we still hadn't done anything. Not really gone out, not really done anything useful. It was time for a dinner, and soon bed time routine would start.
Then it just came to me - let's dine al fresco. I had bought us a picnic basket ages ago, and we had never used it. We had a picnic blanket, some scones, what more would we need. Well OK, a few more bits I rushed out to our local convenience store to get, such as cornish clotted cream... But anyway.
We rushed out and set our blanket and basket up by our local heritage site. We could hear the geese quacking and honking at the near-by pond. It was cool but not too cold. Our daughter sat on our laps. We sat down to munch our wraps, and eat our scones and there it was. Our perfect, little, ordinary picnic. Not planned, not thought out, just one of those ordinary moments you want to remember for years to come. Munching on a scone and breaking off pieces of yours to give to your toddler who always wants what you are trying to eat. Not having to rush anywhere. Enjoying the scenery and the company. The air was clear, and the sun was setting, and the birds were flying above the park. An ordinary little picnic to keep in our memories.