There is a castle on the hill. Of course. Bright pennants fly from its turrets, and tin men issue from its gates for quests and feats of derring-do.
There’s a dragon in the valley, puffing great gouts of fire. Naturally.
There will be a bay with a captured treasure ship riding at anchor. I can’t spy it yet but I know it’s there.
And there’ll be a princess, awaiting rescue from the evil baron. That’s what princesses are for. And she’ll swoon and love me.
The summer hols stretch ahead as far as the imagination can see.