Picnicking

All mum needed
was a tailgate
a layby
a chip-pan
and a two-burner Camping Gaz stove
to make a day trip perfect

Bala
Southport
Lake Vyrnwy

Naturally
the lodger’s car
was full of
her
him
me (guardian of the washing-up bowl)
red plastic stools with removable legs
and dad if he wasn’t driving
to every point in the Warrington compass
in a Corpie double-decker

His job
when picnicking
was to spend the day
with a tut on his lips and eyes cast heavenwards