There is a demand, but it isn't worth unmothballing, finding and training staff, then mothballing and destocking again for the sake of ten days. And we have had some stunning picnics, sometimes shared with complete strangers, under the big chestnut tree at the bottom of express parking. Three courses, and cheap, good quality beer in real glasses, two minutes walk from the park, with zero queues and good company. All for around twenty quid. Picnic blanket and flasks of tea and hot dogs, not a sweaty egg butty in sight.