Talitha and I were invited to a cousin’s 3rd birthday party. Well, Talitha was. I was just the taxi. I was relieved when I heard it was in Windsor rather than London. Talitha will have to wait to experience Daddy’s London driving rage. My wife and the newborn stayed at home so it was just the two of us.
Bristol to Windsor is just a 1 hour 40 mins drive but, at day time, equals no sleep. Makes sense to stop at Reading service, ah the good old Reading, perhaps KFC or an M&S lunch? Nope…
I had other plans, sorry Reading Services no business today.
So I got on the maps and hunted for some wilderness near Reading and Newbury. A little tip, Bing maps has an ordinance survey setting, which is really helpful. I found this place called Snelsmore Common, so I primed the satnav.
After a little detour into Newbury, I found a carpark in some woods. Talitha was getting a bit moany, bored and hungry at this point so it was well timed.
We avoided the picnic area and went exploring.
It’s completely flat area, so not many views. Some boggy pools of water and lots of heather made it quite dramatic though.
We found a little spot and some fallen logs and started our picnic. Talitha dubbed it an “adventure picnic”. I might coin that and hashtag it up #adventurepicnic – use it!
I brought a stove, but it failed, luckly my beer can stove came to the rescue. And we quickly had some pasta on the go. Simple quick food for our quick adventure. I brought just enough water for a cup of tea too.
Safety interlude: It was quite peaty and leafy soil, so I was quite careful to clear down to the soil, and be cautious with the stove. No open fires on peat, by the way. It’ll carry on burning for days if not weeks.
Talitha packed it all away, which is pretty impressive for her, if it’s not porridge its normally approached with caution.
Once we were done, we hurried back to the car, running a little late for the party. But we happened upon some wild horses so had to take a look.
This moody, hands-in-pocket-looking-over-shoulder-I’m-being-photographed-near-horses casual look was all hers – no direction!
We got to the party shortly after it started. I changed her out of jeans into a dress, and we headed into the party which was in the officers’ mess of an army barracks.
One minute, pasta sitting on leaves. The next minute, popcorn in silver bowls and silver candle sticks, eating birthday cake while being watched by redcoats, although I think they were Cavalry – does that make them redcoats? Dunno.
Let me know if you try an #AdventurePicnic.
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