I love the word “picnic”. It’s simple, quirky and dances lightly off the tongue.It conjures up feelings of sleepy contentment and smells of warm bread and freshly cut grass.

I used to picnic regularly with my assortment of teddies and a cherished, orange doll named Emma, but unfortunately I grew up and began using regular-sized crockery, eating at tables with friends who were far less orange.

But this Sunday, I rediscovered the joys of picnicking. Grown-up picnicking.

When I heard about the Backsberg summer picnic concerts being held at the Backsberg Estate Cellars every Sunday, I decided that it was time to rediscover the joys of picnics, adult-style. So I packed a blanket, some ciabatta, grapes, Brie, Lindt chocolate, one husband and two friends and made my way over to watch the hilarious and talented Karen Zoid.