Today I had a picnic on Christ Church meadow. It was quite cold but it really was lovely. Simplicity is a wonderful thing, and just sitting on a bench by a field with a stick of bread, some cheese and an apple each is that exactly. Ripping off hunks of bread for one another with your non-sterile hands and rubbing an apple against your skirt as the only preparation required seems like such a basic and uninhibited, equalising act.
There is such a simple focus on unity and equality shared between you and that other person and the conversation seems so beautifully natural and unworried. I would highly recommend it.
Eventually, an anatidine acquaintance decided to join us. Upon arrival the duck had some fun trying to using the tip of its bill to flick a piece of a cheese into its mouth, shortly followed by some bread. It occurred to my human friend how hard it must be to be a duck, and upon seeing some food on the ground, regardless of what it was feeling the need to eat it. It must really get in the way of things sometimes, particularly if it’s a pickle or something. You wouldn’t want to eat that, but being a duck you would probably feel some degree of obligation.
And I think that is all I have to say about the matter.
Enjoy your evening, and morning, midday and night for that matter. Why not?