Picnic

The other day we were walking back from the supermarket in the late afternoon autumn sun and decided to short-cut via the beach. There's a small children's playground just above and behind the beach, under the cawing Scots pines, sheltered from the wind rushing grasses - small children giggled on the see-saw rocking horse. We sat on the sunny bench and fished out a baguette, some camembert, a dozen cherry tomatoes, a piece of apple and cinnamon cake, and drank brandy from the cap.