With all this miserable weather we’ve been having over the past few weeks, I think it’s about time we start to cheer ourselves up with something brighter.
Remember the time we actually used to enjoy the wet weather? I know I do, and I still enjoy the occasional rainy day once in a while.
Supper in the car…. Cos the lite is betta and the car is warmer #loadshedding #carnic not picnic.
— carmen samb (@carmensamb) June 30, 2014
Bright times
Whenever we have a sunny day that soon turns into rain, I remember the picnics I used to have when I was little with Grandma and Grandad.
When I was younger, at the weekends my little brother and I used to stay with our grandparents. Each weekend we would always go out on a trip. I remember one weekend we had planned on going to the park, to play on the swings and feed the swans some bread, and who knows, maybe even have an ice-cream.
The day looked like it was going to be a pleasant one, not sunny but dry enough to go to the park and enjoy our picnic and have an ice cream. So off we went. We slid down the slide and swung on the swings and even got to feed a few swans and ducks.
So then it came to the ultimate event – the point of the whole day – the picnic. You guessed it, the heavens opened, out came the rain, and incy wincy spider was out again.
Typically, we had just got all the picnic things out. You know, the classic rug, the basket with the plastic cutlery and plates with all the food, and then the rain decided to ruin it all.
Lunch in the car
So my grandparents, my younger brother and I had to gather all that we could and run to the car. I had never had an indoor/in the car picnic so this was even better that the bog-standard outside one. Luckily, grandad’s car had tables so we were able to somehow manage to eat our lunch in the car, though there were a few grapes dropped and crumbs of hula hoops left, but hey ho, those are the joys of the indoor picnic!
Monkey’s blood and sprinkles
After we had practically finished off the sausage rolls, Granda promised us that ice-cream, rain or shine. So he got out the car and dashed to the ice-cream van – four 99s with extra monkey’s blood and extra blue sauce and sprinkles. He got to the car, ice-creams in hand, dashed too fast, and ended up sliding the ice-cream all over the ceiling of the car. The stain is still there to this day.
As you can imagine, we were in stitches laughing. Deciding enough was enough, we left the ice-creams and went home, watched Sound Of Music and ate lots of cake.
See, there is a silver lining to every rainy cloud.
Do you have any childhood memories of wet weather picnics? Share them with us in the comments below!
