Things can brighten up a journey when you'd least expect it. We were visiting friends on Sunday who had just moved house. We turned off the A5 onto the country lanes following the Sat Nav girl's nasal instructions, as we turned onto the lane I was sure we passed a sign saying "Butt Fest", I didn't mention it to P in case I'd got it wrong. We followed the lane and came to a roundabout and then both of us spotted at the same time a poster pointing to a "Butt Fest".
P skirted the roundabout again to make sure we hadn't mis-read it, we were in good time so we followed the arrow, not much further on we found another poster attached to a sign, again "Butt Fest" with an arrow.
OK this was the third "Butt Fest" sign so presumably it was genuine, I was really curious, what on earth could it be, a kinky village festival of some sort? What if it was at a private house, would we be bold enough to knock on the door and ask where the butt fest was and what it was?
Further along we passed a large village sign and the butt fest direction was no longer there so we thought it must be imminent. We went into the village, it was lovely, thatched cottages, a little post office with smoke drifting from the chimney but no butt fest. We looked up and down the high street but we couldn't see any more signs so we had to give up because we were a bit of course by now and time was getting on and the Sat Nav voice keep saying.......recalulating...recalculating.
So we did give up and followed the Sat Nav's diversion arriving at our friend's house about twenty minutes later. We didn't tell them we'd tried to locate a butt fest en route to them but we did ask then if they knew the village, they said they knew where it was but that was about all.
We are no wiser about the butt fest but if anyone lives in the village with the butt fest signs or knows anything about butt fests by all means please email me, I'd love to know.
Ronnie
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