'Anyone who didn't know might easily think we were a picnic party,' said Peggy. 'Galoot,' said Nancy. 'How could anybody think anything else? No real camp. No real cooking. Susan's mincing machine all wasted. Sandwiches in paper packets, some marked "beef" and some marked "jam". Of course it's a picnic.' 'They're not half bad sandwiches,' said Roger.
Arthur Ransome, Pigeon Post












