For a picnicking people

My earliest memory of a picnic is a school picnic when we were in Class 3. But a family picnic became no less than an ambition for people like me during childhood because they appeared in the books we read, such as Enid Blyton and children’s detective stories such as Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys. Typical optics Some of the picnic images we were exposed to were those of happy Caucasian families going on picnics in a car such as a Morris with happy children and happy parents and a very happy pet. The images illustrated the different stages of the picnic from departure to return, how they happily left, how they happily enjoyed the journey, how their pet remained happy and clean, how their children happily caught butterflies or picked flowers on the way. Then it’s about how they happily disembarked from the car, happy pet first, how they happily sat in an idyllic location carpeted by lush green grass with a pleasant mountain/hill range in the background, how they happily set the tablecloth on the grass, how they happily ate sandwiches, and then, after a mildly scary misadventure they return home happily tired.