I strolled down through the grounds of Christchurch along the Cherwell with other symposium attendees to the picnic site, where we were greeted with glasses of - what else? - Bollinger champagne (donated by the company itself). Peter Lehmann wines sponsored the rest of the alcoholic selection, with bottled water to supplement. The meal started with open-face sandwiche, three kinds - whisky-cured salmon (from Summer Isles Foods); cucumber; and foie gras. They were accompanied by hard-boiled quails eggs, which took a bit of practice to peel elegantly.
We moved on to a vividly rich tomato aspic (savory jello/jelly, in effect) with a side of horseradish and the best meat pie I've ever had, smooth grained and beautifully spiced, made by Heal Farm. The accompanying salads were nicely balanced and dressed; and now, thanks to meandering condiments, I know that horseradish makes a nice addition to green salads.
For dessert, we carved slices from a wheel of Stinking Bishop cheese (which isn't really all that smell, but has a nice slightly sweet softness) and ate them with Sharpham Park spelt biscuits with seeds. We unwrapped lovely little clay pots of damson flummery, light layers of lovely, light smooth cooked damons (like plums) with layers of creaminess. There were half a dozen baskets of fruits to accompany, including an intriguingly delicate apply with snowy white flesh.
It was a lovely, relaxed, sumptuous picnic, an excellent way to start the conference, to meet fellow symposiasts, and a satisfying prequel to punting.