Picnic

Lovely friend K drove me and HJN out to Stanmer village near Sussex Uni for an extended lunch break. There's a secret apple orchard there which I wanted to take them to. I'd got a picnic ready for them and while they were ooo-ing and ahhh-ing at the prettiness of it all, I set out the food on the wooden bench there in the long grass. It was almost ridiculously pretty – I mean, ancient apple trees in wild grass and cow parsley, bluebells, old stone walls, blossom fluttering down on our bread and cheese. That kind of thing.
On the way out, HJN suddenly stopped and pointed to this tangle of dried grass at her feet and went: 'I love that!'.