"It was so dark I couldn't even see my hand in front of my eyes," declares Lucas the lamp seller as he tells the villagers about his adventures in the fearful Lincolnshire fens.

Actually, Lucas doesn't have any hands, being as he is a 2ft-tall lump of sculpted and decorated polystyrene. But no laughter escapes from the apparently enchanted audience.

The first major production from Lost And Found, The Lost Moon sees performer and puppeteer Mandy Travis present a littleknown fairytale about darkness and light with the help of a Guildhall- trained cellist and five charmingly simple puppets - six if you include the cow.

When the moon disappears from the sky, the superstitious villagers decide this must be causing the trouble with their livestock.

How can they restore it to the sky and repel the menacing shadows which have begun to crawl from the Bog Lands?

Likeably batty with her grey cardigan and untidy hair, Travis creates beautiful and hypnotic silhouettes behind a screen, conjures Bogles with clawing hands and a sound like false teeth rattling in a glass, and slides 2-D cottages backwards across the table to signify journeys.

Everything is done with slow deliberation. The moon is a tiny pair of silver slippers, retrieved from her pocket.

This would be a perfect Halloween treat for children. But if you're going to lean this heavily onan adult's imagination you need to reward them with something more than archetypes.

Those who saw Caravan by Melbourne's Black Hole Theatre at the same theatre in 2004 may feel short-changed on weirdness and wonder.