My Man, Some Fields, and a Park

Posted by on June 25, 2017 at 11:09 pm :: No Comments

What could be better than spreading blankets near a chattering brook and genteelly consuming refined fare with distinguished friends? Why yes, wearing fashionable waistcoats and taking pony rides through tree-lined lanes would make such an occasion even finer.

The company was most agreeable at our moveable feast.

The company was most agreeable at our moveable feast.

Pedestrianism, or competitive walking, was a sport in Regency times. We held a manly walking contest at the picnic. Jason's snobby strides won.

Pedestrianism, or competitive walking, was a sport in Regency times. We held a manly walking contest at the picnic. Jason’s snobby strides won.

Last month, we attended Visions of History’s Regency Picnic at Memory Grove in Salt Lake City. This affair gave us a chance to daintily partake of charcuterie, cheese, and fruit with some of our historic companions while the hum of harp and stream gently aided our digestion. It also afforded opportunities to amuse ourselves with the prettiest equipage.

This pony deserves his nickname, "The Red Rocket." He never seemed to tire no matter how many of us he lugged around.

This pony deserves his nickname, “The Red Rocket.” He never seemed to tire no matter how many of us he lugged around.

The distant skyscrapers belied the historical fiction fashioned by our frocks and cravats.

The distant skyscrapers belied the historical fiction fashioned by our frocks and cravats.

A miniature carriage and steed lend great distinction to an occasion.

A miniature carriage and steed lend great distinction to an occasion.

It was an elegant and pleasing event. Thank you, Visions of History, for planning such a pleasant outing.

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