Some years it was off to Africa, others to climb mountains in Switzerland, and so on and so forth. In this particular year, they decided to rent a hot air balloon and float around for a week.
As fate would have it, they launched off and were immediately socked into a nasty fog. Even worse, they dropped and broke their compass, so they lost all sense of direction. After drifting aimlessly for hours, a break came in the fog. They saw a field below them with no identifiable landmarks, but a person was walking through the field.
Roderick yelled down, "Sir, where are we?"
The person yelled back, "You're in a balloon."
Then the fog socked back in and they were again adrift.
Says Cedric, "Well, a lot of good that did us."
Says Roderick, "Oh, that was very useful, we are just outside Canterbury."
"How do you know that?" says Cedric.
"Well, that was obviously the Abp. of Canterbury out for walk. I know that because everything he said was the absolute truth, but of no earthly value whatsoever."
As told by the Rev'd Donald Lowery,
former clergy from Upper SC but how now lives in NC.
This anecdote is brought to us courtesy of MadPriest via Telling Secrets by Elizabeth K+.