ONE of the simplest and loveliest pastimes is to have a picnic.

Picnics are described as ‘a meal taken outdoors, ideally as part of an excursion’. The name began as ‘pique un niche’ meaning to ‘pick a place’, an isolated spot – a nest – where family or friends could enjoy a meal together away from the distractions and demands of a hectic life.

Last week at Wellington Monument a couple were reclining on their blanket in the sun. A group of parents were chatting and eating sandwiches with little ones running like the wind with a kite, whooping with laughter. A group of four teenagers were chuckling and taking photos. I don’t know why it struck me at the time as so heartwarming. I realise now that it is because everyone looked relaxed, peaceful and calm. This is surely a wonderful thing in our ever crazy times.

Walking at the monument and chatting to people in the local area, I have heard so many stories about picnics there in days gone by. It was a place for sweethearts, newlyweds, birthday parties and celebrations.

The picnic everyone talks about with real fondness is the huge community gathering on Good Friday. Everyone would meet there – and I mean everyone! People talk about it with real fondness. Could you bring it back? Yes, why not?

Let’s meet at the monument again with our blankets and flasks and enjoy being outdoors. Let’s bring back that Good Friday picnic. Until then you might see me sitting on my blanket with my grandmother’s battered old hamper – bliss.

As always, I look forward to hearing from you. Phone me on 01823 451587 or email [email protected] if you want to chat.

EMMA JONES

Community fundraiser and engagement officer (Wellington Monument)