Food memories

My Dad's pride and joy was his car - an 1930 Austin 7 (number plate RX 7268). Many of you won't have a clue what they were like! So basic and small, but, because they were so basic, they were fixable, whatever went wrong with them. Unlike today's all singing and dancing cars.
My grandparents, and several of my parents friends, also had Austin 7's and, at the weekend they would all meet up and go for a picnic somewhere. Either to the seaside or, if they feeling confident, up to the Brecon Beacons. The hills were always challenging for their little engines. One hill was so steep we passengers would have to get out of the car and walk uphill while Dad coaxed the car along in bottom gear.
The picnics were amazing, Out would come the rugs, tablecloths, primus stoves and kettles, teapots, cups and saucers, sandwiches and cakes.
One time, my uncle brought along his "portable radio". It was huge, so big that they put a table cloth over it and laid out the food on top. It wasn't very good at finding a radio station either!
It was a good time to be young, simple pleasures. We had very little but we made the most of what we had - We were always happy.