We've just been to Devon (and Dorset) to stay with our lovely friends N and A and had, to quote H8: "A heck of a good time".
We had a barbecue (yes, really. It was raining, but A is a true Scot.) We made Jack O'Lanterns and we wrote on the night sky with sparklers and fireworks.
Did we want to come home? Heck, no.