It has been a bit hectic travel-wise the last few weeks but not quite up to the distances implied by the lunar title. Nevertheless, Rugby - the place - is not normally on our regular orbit of places to visit and a satisfactorily narrowboatish time was had - it coincided with a canal boating bonanza.
Even better was a short trip to the Vendee over half-term to mess around with yellow paint, with hopefully some of it finding its way on to the exterior walls. In the midst of painty paradise, a car pulled up outside. 'We are doing a car treasure-hunt' they said in gabbling French 'and we want to know where the Man in the Moon is'. Well, there is some dispute over whether the man in the moon actually exists but as sure as anything he wasn't in our village that morning. The treasure hunters thought that it might be something to do with the name of a house. After some puzzling, we admitted defeat and off they went to the next clue.
Not two minutes later another car pulled up. Great I thought, it's going to be like this all morning. So I walked over, they wound the window down and I said 'Sorry, got no idea where the man in the moon is, been thinking of it for some time and I really don't know'.
There was an odd silence. 'Sorry to bother you' they said, 'We are on our way to the tile factory and we're lost, please can you help'.
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I like this, it made me laugh.
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