The coincidences just kept coming

Sorry quite an involved one but here goes. I was born in 1960 in a tiny hamlet in the Chilterns called Dunsmore and lived there for the first 21 years of my life. I had horses and would ride out every day when I could. On to 1995 I was married with two sons and living in Horrabridge in West Devon. I had no horses but rode and worked at a yard in Lydford (about 15 miles away) for two days a week. We were moving and I told Ruth who was the head girl that I would be late the following Friday as I was moving. She asked where and I said it was a tiny hamlet in the Tamar valley which no-one had heard of called Townlake. She laughed and said that she lived in the pub in Horsebridge just down the hill from there - this was no nearer to Lydford so we thought what a coincidence. When we moved to Townlake we had a much larger house and my in-laws (who had lived in Amersham when Neil and I got together) gave us a coffee table they did not want any more - a present happily received. The following year I asked Ruth to house sit for us as we were going away. Her fiance came with her and they were sitting in the lounge when he said "I made that coffee table in my uncle's workshop in Bucks". It turned out that he went to live with him for the summer to earn some money making furniture". When we got home Ruth asked about where we got the table -a quick call to the in-laws revealed that they had bought it in a shop in Aston Clinton (10 miles from Dunsmore). Ruth told us about Simon having made it. Gosh what a coincidence. About a fortnight later I was talking to Simon's father (the landlord of the pub) and he was laughing about the chances of Simon having made a coffee table in Bucks and it ending up in a house just up the road from them in Devon completely independently. I told him that both Neil & I originated in Bucks but that it was still quite a coincidence. He asked where and I said "Dunsmore" and he looked at me as though I had gone mad and said - that is where my brother lives and makes furniture and where Simon made the coffee table. It turned out that his brother lived in the last house next to one of the Dunsmore bridleways leading into the woods. I knew the place but didn't know anything about who lived there and I worked out later that I almost certainly rode past the house and workshop twice a day during the summer that Simon was there. All coincidences.