32 intrepid though bedraggled souls quickly decided the bucketing downpour meant that the (covered) back garden of the
White House pub was a far preferable option
to Clissold Park for the annual Tower picnic.
No outdoor lazing around, no competitive games and prizes ... just drinks, pizzas, and a wonderfully friendly and joyous atmosphere.
By 5 o'clock, the sun came out - but who cared? We were too busy chatting (and feeding the bunny.) A pat on the back to every one!
Photography by Bernice Molloy