There is an old story which in respect of a modern application may bear re-telling.

Once upon a time in a lonely 'coombe-bottom' of the Downs, where there was neither church, chapel, nor public building of any kind, there lived a cottage-girl who had never seen anything of civilisation.

A friend, however, having gone out to service in a market-town some few miles distant, she one day walked in to see her, and was shown the wonders of the place, the railway, the post-office, the hotels, and so forth.

In the evening the friend accompanied her a short way on the return journey, and as they went out of the town, they passed the church.

Looking suddenly up at the tower, the visitor exclaimed, 'Lard-a-mussy! you've got another moon here.