‘Perfect Day’ TQ’s Summer Picnic
Arriving at Dartington Hall just after midday everyone congregated in the overflow car park before sauntering off in eager anticipation of the country side and what the afternoon would bring.
The sun was shining on a lovely summer’s day and it felt like we were all part of an Enid Blyton adventure; The Famous Five or The Secret Seven :)
After a short stroll through the adjacent fields we arrived at our destination on the river bank, a quiet peaceful setting away from the madding crowd. Laying the blankets on the ground, very quickly, they became covered in a variety of produce including the odd bottle of wine, everyone’s offering for the assembled throng.
Making ourselves comfortable we began tucking in, as, in a relaxed mood people chatted and passed the time in jovial banter with one another. Neil throwing caution to the wind went for a dip in the river whist Steve eager to catch the unfolding story of events clicked away with his camera.
A steam train came over the brow of the hill spontaneously everyone began waving as the passengers, with equal enthusiasm, waved back. The moment was shortly followed by a young couple rowing by on the river, smiling as contentedly they found themselves lost in the joy of a summer’s day.
Having eaten our fill, satisfied we made our way up the steep incline back to the car park and Dartington Hall Literature Festival. There we enjoyed a coffee together before saying our farewells and departing our separate ways.
Rhys x
Arriving at Dartington Hall just after midday everyone congregated in the overflow car park before sauntering off in eager anticipation of the country side and what the afternoon would bring.
The sun was shining on a lovely summer’s day and it felt like we were all part of an Enid Blyton adventure; The Famous Five or The Secret Seven :)
After a short stroll through the adjacent fields we arrived at our destination on the river bank, a quiet peaceful setting away from the madding crowd. Laying the blankets on the ground, very quickly, they became covered in a variety of produce including the odd bottle of wine, everyone’s offering for the assembled throng.
Making ourselves comfortable we began tucking in, as, in a relaxed mood people chatted and passed the time in jovial banter with one another. Neil throwing caution to the wind went for a dip in the river whist Steve eager to catch the unfolding story of events clicked away with his camera.
A steam train came over the brow of the hill spontaneously everyone began waving as the passengers, with equal enthusiasm, waved back. The moment was shortly followed by a young couple rowing by on the river, smiling as contentedly they found themselves lost in the joy of a summer’s day.
Having eaten our fill, satisfied we made our way up the steep incline back to the car park and Dartington Hall Literature Festival. There we enjoyed a coffee together before saying our farewells and departing our separate ways.
Rhys x