well, the pot bellied cyclists have arrived, jammed into their reinforced lycra, grimly burning up a couple of calories as they wheel their bikes up a gentle slope.
they glare with a great sense of injustice at the skinny bum brigade as they whistle past on their equally skinny bikes.

next in line come the dazed drivers, who don't really know what to do with themselves because the tea room isn't open and they've eaten too much bacon and egg to manage a walk, so they just drift along in their vauxhalls waiting for a vaguely interesting lay by to appear so they can play at sightseeing.
they glare with indignation at motorists who have the nerve to drive at the speed limit, and want to overtake people doing 25 miles an hour in a 40 zone.

and as for the wide bottomed ramblers i love so much - there are not so many around, thank goodness.  maybe there's a shortage of khaki shorts - just like nintendo ran out of Wii near christmas.  and you wouldn't want to go on a rambling weekend without a new pair of creaking khaki monster shorts would you?
those that are out and about glare with envy at dog walkers who have the cheek to walk faster than them, without feeling the need to talk loudly.

so there we are - a blissful bank holiday to you ...

i suggest you stay at home!