From bucolic Buckinghamshire to lochside beaches in the Highlands, our tipsters share their favourite spots for a summer picnic
As a child, the highlight of the holidays was spent running up and down “the humps and bumps”, as my brothers and I called the hillocks in Brill (13 miles west of Aylesbury), pulses racing, followed by a family picnic on a blanket. Sometimes we would picnic in the back of my parents’ old banger, excitedly peeling the shells off our boiled eggs as the rain slashed against the windows. How I would love to go back, though I’m not sure I could fly around the terrain with such speed any more. I wonder if the old windmill is still there …
Sarah de Costobadie
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