A Picnic

Southland Times, Issue 22188, 2 December 1933, Page 18

A Picnic

(Commended). One bright, sunny, summer morning my friend asked me if I would go to a picnic with her when she went. I readily agreed and started to get all preparations made. As it was nearly five miles from our place to Rimu, the place where the picnic was being held, we were going to cycle. Everyone had to take their own basket, so Mum prepared mine. Soon all was ready, we started out on our journey. When we arrived at our destination, only a few people had arrived, but the others did not take very long to come. It was soon lunch-time so all the people began the meal. Most of them took tea, so they had to wait until the hot water arrived. While we were eating our dinner the icecream stall and certain other things were brought to the picnic ground. Then there were the races! In one of them I won sixpence for being second. There were the bicycle race, the wheel-barrow race and so many others that I cannot remember them all. By then, the grounds were full to overflowing with merry-makers. There was also a sheep of which the people had to guess the weight. The girls and boys had a tug-of-war which resulted in a draw. While I was there, I saw a well*