So today being glorious, I was briefly tempted away from the books, lured from my work by the prospect of a trip to Lyme Park, of which I'd been thinking just moments before the enticing text arrived. Instead, though, suspecting that that pseudo-Pemberley would by jammed, we went to Dunham Massey instead. It too was creaking with people.
'What are all these people doing here?' I muttered.
'Well, it's a bank holiday,' I was told.
'Well, yes, I know that,' I said, 'but this is England. Shouldn't they be at B & Q?'