Because it’s cold, windy, snowy or rainy, a perpetual gray, I’ll get us back to the summer.
Last year we had a picnic with friends – a picnic with a huge view.
The road to the picnic area was built straight through green fields and beautiful.
The picnic spot was a quiet, secretive place, no people and the dogs could sniff undisturbed in the area (or optionally trample on the picnic blanket).
The picnic itself, I have – for some reason – not photographed.
But I can assure you, I had never seen such a good picnic with lots of different salads, breads, dips and delicacies.