A train goes past in the background while a female Morris troupe goes through their paces.
A 'lobby 'oss in a pull-along bag before the parade, which we completely missed because we were eating fish and chips.
Muddy feet- we started sinking and had to come back to shore. My feet (in the sandals) never dried out.
A child in a pushchair is astonished by the pheasant-feather head-dresses. So was I.
Zoe Howe, from Platypus, smiles from within her spooky cat head. Great band- very Beefhearty!
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I've always been puzzled as to why the EDL, in wanting to defend all things 'English', don't have a Morris dancing section. Seems a bit hypocritical to me.
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