Under Cover & Exposé – Pies, Pasties & Tarts

I remember the build up to a promised picnic with the buttering of mounds of crusty bread, mashing freshly boiled eggs with mustard and cress and the smell of a freshly baked pie. The wicker hamper was brought out and packed with a damask tablecloth, vintage Old Willow plates, Tupperware cups and cutlery. Mum and Dad were great picnic adventurers and picnics came all sorts of guises from a long car journey to the seaside, a walk in the country with visits to little old stone churches or a simple picnic on the lawn in the summer.