My son lives in a village at the edge of the Pennines, very picturesque and a tourist attraction. The local pub where he goes organized a long weekend in Blackpool, a large group of the regulars went on this trip. The hotel in Blackpool had a Mystery Tour for them all on Saturday, they all ended up back in the village they had come from, they were sat outside the pub waiting for it to open.
there are 3 pubs near me roughly in the shape of a triangle when im late in the mrs always says..''been lost in the beermuda triangle have you?''....she is often right...sorry puss that is a good story lol
My son told me this yesterday and every time I think about it makes me laugh, he could hardly speak for laughing, it was the picture of the group clutching their flasks and sandwiches sat just yards from their homes when they were supposed to be having a fun filled weekend together in Blackpool, he said they all looked miserable.