As there had not been time to make arrangements to travel to some idyllic, heather-carpeted glen with invigorating mountain air or some white-sand beach with a breathtaking turquoise ocean vista, they had hauled their brood (with assistance from friends and relatives) and various blankets, baskets, lounge chairs, tents, awnings, tables, trash bins, wading pools, and so forth to the forecourt of Lydia’s Folly.