An Impromptu Picnic

It was a glorious Winters morning, and Miss Emily wanted to go out to look at the frost and enjoy the weather that was so different from earlier this week. She changed, although I was a bit sceptical about those bare legs and strange knees. “Miss Emily, your legs will get cold”.

“No they won’t, besides, I will be  wearing my woolly hat and scarf to keep me warm.” she insisted.

“Don’t complain when they do.” I reminded her. 

And so off we went down the cycle path to where the brook bubbled away.

“Ooh look, a brook!” she said excitedly. “Can we get closer?”

It was possible to get closer, although I was a bit worried that she would decide to nose dive into the mud. “Be careful Miss Emily, it is muddy and slippery.”

She climbed down the stairs, waving at me nonchalantly. 

and then she tried to hide behind the tree. 

“Miss Emily, where were you?” I asked.

“I was disguised, I used advance camouflage techniques to blend in with my surroundings.”

“A likely story. I bet you were hiding behind a tree or something.”

We walked a big further till we reached the small wooden bridge that crossed one of the small streams.

“Just think, 100 years ago my ancestors may have been crossing this rickety bridge while they hunted for elephants and polar bears”

“Miss Emily, I hate to tell you but there are no elephants or polar bears within 100 miles of here.”

“See, that is how successful they were.”

I could not argue with that logic so changed the subject instead. “Come along Miss Emily, let us go have a look at the field, the frost is still showing”.

We crossed into the field. 

“Wow, this is so awesome!” she exclaimed, “the sun is out but there is frost about!”

“I have a surprise for you Miss Emily, I brought along your piece of hessian, and some coffee and a packet of biccies and an apple. You can have a quick picnic while I take some photographs.”

“Ok, I like picnics, and apples, and biccies.. although I am not so sure about coffee”.

“Don’t go too far” she said looking somewhat concerned. “Don’t forget me and go home.”

“I am close by Miss Emily. Don’t worry. You can enjoy your biccies and coffee in peace.” 

And then it was time to leave. “Come along Miss Emily, let us go home. Where is your woolly hat?”

“Um… er… I dunno? No wait, there it is!”

“Pick it up and let’s go miss frozen legs.”

Her woolly hat at a jaunty angle, Miss Emily and I headed off home. There were things to do and the list of chores was not getting any shorter. “Well Miss Emily, what did you think of the frost?”

“It was cool… almost cold, definitely chilly. My legs are kind of numb and I think my strange knees are frozen.”

“I told you that your legs would be cold.”

She walked behind the fence and peered at me through the slats, “It is a good cold though, the sort that makes you feel awake and makes you want to just stand and admire the view.”

“That is true, and of course while standing there you can ask yourself the big question.”

“The big question? what is the question?”

“It is about your woolly hat. You have lost it again.”

“No I didn’t, it is er…. um… I dunno?”

And then we went home.

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