There were Morris Men at the Boot & Shoe Inn, Greystoke, yesterday. Actually these were the squeeze-box players, and one of them was a lady, indeed there were several lady Morris Dancers too, which they say is not allowed back home in Somerset!
A fine and lively evening in the Ring o’ Bells at Moorlinch* last night – the Chalice Morris men came, and sang carols. I have never seen so many feathers in so many caps! On top of that, it being a Thursday, it was Pie Night which is cause in itself for celebration, on a weekly basis.
*The village is of course more properly named Moorlynch, in the opinion of about half the people who have one. Spelt Moorlinch here merely for the benefit of Google, and Ordinance Survey, and other such sticklers.
So, in additional scribbles-of-the-day there have been Morris Men… unfortunately they do not stay still ever, and each time I started drawing them with handkerchiefs, they switched to sticks, and when I drew them with sticks they switched back to handkerchiefs again. All the same, a jolly time was had by all, especially as Thursday is Pie Night, and that in itself is a thing to be highly recommended.