When I was a child in Ireland I love the full moon......
My Uncle John who was the loveliest, gentle man would go funny.... luckily it really was funny funny.....
His antics were fantastic.....sometimes he would wash his hands in the bowl...no running water...go out the back door....in the front and wash his hands again and again.....for hour after hour....all the while reciting poetry....round and round.....
It was when he started singing to the moon that we children loved it.......
That sounds cruel of us....but I don't think it was...it was just what happened as part of our normal life....x