Usksider's lovely photographs of various places often prompt me to go and find out more about these towns and villages. Only of course, being me, I tend to go out in search of the not so obvious. So rather than searching, say, for pubs, shops or local landmarks, my interest tends to be in the direction of 'What sort of zany things happen in these places?' Or 'Just how loopy does it get around there?'

With Tenby I managed to find the story of the very annoyed monks and the emotional singing visitor. THen Usksider began showing some beautiful photos of Chepstow, and I managed to find this in an archived copy of the Guardian (5th January 2000)

'Staff at a 24-hour supermarket in Chepstow have been ordered to watch out for sleepwalkers pushing trolleys around. '

Can you imagine the mental pictures this brings? All over the not-so-sleepy little town people are rising, glassy eyed from their beds and legging it down to the local supermarket, there to begin pushing trolleys up and down the aisles.

There are so many questions the newspaper doesn't answer. How many sleepwalkers are there in the store in question? And what do the staff do once they've identified them? Do they have a special recovery room where the sleepwalkers are ushered in then gently placed on beds so they can sleep it off? And what do they think when they wake up in a strange supermarket, tightly gripping a trolley and surrounded by baked beans and scrappy bits of cardboard?

Even more sinister - what did those sleepwalkers do before the supermarket was open 24/7?