Wandering in the Crepe Paper Labyrinth

Firstly, apologies for the lack of the little hat-shaped accent on the e in "crepe". You know what Android phones are like.

It was an interesting little service this evening. We hung the Moot House with floor-to-ceiling black crepe paper, in such a way as to form a maze. Then encouraged all the Beaker People to go in, and told them to find their way to the exit.

Of course, what they didn't know was that there was no exit, and we sealed the entrance after them. They wandered around for ages. I reckon it was three hours before, panic-stricken and desperate, Morgwn started screaming and tearing at the paper. Next thing we knew, fifty or so Beaker People had given up on playing by rules, torn the maze to small pieces of lint and made their escape to the bar.

I don't really know what we've learnt today. But I reckon that, whatever it is, it's something to do with Advent.