It was then that I came to learn that if anyone knows how to pull off a good picnic, it's the British. They don't just throw down a red and white checkered cloth for everyone to sit on, next to their basket's worth of food to eat from. They pull out the big guns. Comfortable folding chairs, tables with tablecloths on them, real plates and silverware, enough food to feed an army, cut flowers in vases adorning the tables, lanterns, the works! Then, after dinner, they set a kettle on the gas camp stove they've brought to boil water for their tea or coffee.
And if I haven't painted the picture well enough, people come in with wheel barrels to carry everything.
Picnics in England are no joke. The Brits are hard core. And I salute them.