I have called my bench The Magic Bench.
Coming down the slope into the woods, I saw it gleaming in the evening sunlight. Much more than just a humble picnic-table-with-benches-attached, it has a sense of other wordliness. I get the feeling that if I sat down, a feast would appear on the table, the whole thing would rise up into the air, and I would be whisked away to a magic land ...
Maybe I read too many Rupert the Bear annuals!
Should I try it? If it happens, and they have the Internet where I am transported to, I will let you know!