There was a family in our street br whose house was never painted, br and their garden was unkempt, br as if they had no real respect br for neighbourly commitments. br br We looked down on them a bit, br pitying their lack of funds. br It wasn't till some decades on br that we heard how they'd travelled, br round the world, all summer long. br br I remember now, they came back with a tan, br soon washed off by English showers. br Most of us just saw their run-down home, br and didn't realize that their lives br were much more interesting than ours.