Why not have a picnic in the park?

Why not, you say? Well, we did. At Ruskin Park; a perfect haven of wide open grass and cherry trees, without another person in sight and only the sound of the wind in the trees to lull us gently through our lunch. We had tasty sandwiches, made with the fattest local bacon, still warm when we got there and washed down with a bottle of elderflower cordial. We were even showered at regular intervals with a flurry of delicate, white petals.  All that, two minutes walk down the road. Delightful.