This is proper “Forty-Year-Olds Go Wild in A Park” sort of stuff.
It’s what someone in a gingham apron might’ve packed when some rather grown-up children decided to really cut loose and take in some spontaneous bird watching or catch a game of touch football on the local green.
The lemon lime and bitters! The cheddar and onion crisps! The Brie and fruit paté! The exclamation marks!
We find it splendid in all the right ways. Back when “splendid” meant: “I say!” or, “Stunning shot, what?” (pheasant or cricket ball – take your pick). Or perhaps – thoughtfully – “My dear, old thing.” Which was talking about a person and not a teddy bear somewhat worn in patches.
Comforting? Nostalgic? Absolutely.