Which British bank holiday tradition do you actually look forward to most?

Firing up the grill, cracking open a cold one, and hoping the drizzle holds off long enough to eat outdoors. Somehow always involves burnt sausages.

Nothing says bank holiday like queuing for paint samples and arguing over shelf brackets. The car park will be chaos.

Three hours in the car for two hours on a windy beach, but that first bite of a cone with a Flake makes it all worth it.

Ignoring the world, catching up on a boxset, and eating leftover crisps for lunch. Absolutely no shame.

Booking the local for 1pm, ordering the biggest roast on the menu, and rolling home for a nap. Peak British bliss.