While rather randomly spamming youtube links to Morris Dancing on Facebook the other night (co-worker who’s a Manchester United fan and I always remark to him that they have a great Morris Dance team there too!) I could hardly stop watching. I sought out mostly border and northwest morris with some garland and some rapper and a bit of longsword. The last I can enjoy, even if I’ve never done it myself. Rapper I tried once at dance camp and enjoyed the taste of it and really enjoy watching done. Hankies and stick Cotswold’s not really my thing although I can enjoy watching it. Did some at camp and enjoyed it and was told I used my bells very well.
But damn, this is all just prelude to tell you that what I discovered, lo these many years later, is that I still remember Wiggins St. Johns and still remember most of Upton on Severn. How the heck is that possible. Remember the music, remember the moves. Went out on my front sidewalk and could do it without even thinking. That’s just ridiculous. Meaningless to anyone else but I’m stating it for the record. We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.
And where are my clogs, anyway?
Excellent!