Old persons' picnic

Passers-by seemed quite jealous of this picnic. And two dogs tried to steal it!

Gone are the days when Sunday would be spent recovering from Saturday night clubbing. Today I packed a picnic, donned my cagoule, grabbed my binoculars and went for a ramble on Farthing Downs. As we sat sipping tea from our flasks I actually heard myself say "Ahh, this is the life," without any sarcasm. It was a lovely day. But in true pensioner style, my newly aquired bad knee gave me trouble and I got a blister on my ankle from my wellingtons rubbing.