Vintage View: The perfect picnic
THERE'S something egalitarian about nestling on the grass together. No, no — behave! Honestly. You lot.
The picnic harkens back to that mid-day collapse in the fields during farm-work, devouring a pasty made up of flour, water and the end of Sunday dinner. It was a banal, pastoral happening idealised by painters of the period (most of whom had never experienced harvesting with bleeding hands). However, the term, picnic, has more oddly grand beginnings.



