From the mainland (some thirty feet distant according to a piece of string) the yellow dandelions could be seen dotting its geometric coast and occasionally some drowsy turtle, with neck extended, was visible, sleeping in the sun.
The only historic memento of Minerva Skybrow's lawn party to be found upon the island now was the refreshment board, quite empty.

It is true that an explorer, delving among the rocks and crevices, might have found some fugitive stuffed olive or perchance a lost nut or raisin here and there.

But the feast of Dessert Isle was now a part of history.

Minerva's little tent had been delivered to her (for Pee-wee could not eat that) and only the makeshift table which had supported the absconding repast remained.
This was now made into two long benches, supported by sticks driven into the ground.

It was intended that the overflow from this grandstand should sit on the grass.