Its a bit like the Missionaries and the Cannibals. We plan, despite the threatening weather to have a picnic on an Island in Loch Tay. (See image of it looking nice and peaceful above)Simple? 5 children under six, 10 adults, two boats and a canoe. One adult heavily pregnant, children wilful to put it mildly.
Some progress to date. The Avon has been inflated, the canoe hired, the main boat floating patiently below the house on the river leading to the Loch. The wimmin are half way through picnic rolls, the weather half way through the storm cycle; the rest of the party en route from New Scone. Fun to come
or
The Loch Tay Disaster-William MacGonagle would have had a word for it.
26th August, towards the end of the summer, a day to be remembered in the annals of the Rogers:
Guests actually and not itinerant lodgers,
And the Angi, like the Magi coming from the East,
Hurrying, all eager to join in a picnic feast,
Not realising that this glorious summer
was going to end, as far as the were concerned, in a bit of a bummer
Involving a posh funeral and lots of hearses
And on and on for scores of verses Ad Nauseam
