Waiting for the Weekend

This room tells a story; of the smell of salt, and tangled badmitten nets, and motorboat engine oil, and croquet sets, and anticipation of rushing off somewhere wonderful at a moment's notice.  I wanted to call it "Waiting for the Sound of Crunching Gravel" but thought it too long... title still in progress.  I believe the contents of the room are waiting to come alive with the gaggle of weekend children jump from the car and raid its contents.