So on green park pitches, in ruined churches and beside a Mill Pond, we've sampled the delights of the true British picnic or should that be 'chipnic' - last night was George's fabulous, super ethical Fish and Chips, with chilled beers and football practice for one party member.
There's the car picnic too, that's hard to beat, with damp dog in a scenic spot washed from view through the windscreen. Cosy inside we chomped through boiled eggs, fresh from the adopted chickens, ham sandwiches and hula hoops with hummus smeared everywhere - hire car now looking well loved!
Then the challenge of picnic ablutions. 'Does this broken castle have a toilet?', J asked hopefully amidst the peaceful ruins of St Mary's, Colston Bassett. Thankfully the rickety cricket pavilion's loos were open and much relieved the kids then ran off to practice hurtling footballs into cricket nets.
