IT IS TRADITIONAL for the first note of a Morris tune to coincide with the first drop of rain, but the watery end of our fabulous July heatwave waited until the last note of our Saturday spot with the Widders – a very friendly border side from Chepstow.
What a lovely contrast in styles – their colourful and exuberant dashing across the ground to a 15-piece orchestra, our black and white aerial manoeuvres to the measured beat of reeds, trombone and occasional drum.
The rain held off on Sunday too and the measure of appreciation has to be that many people took the trouble to seek us out on both days!
Off-piste, so to speak, Bertie Wright played a gorgeous set on his hand-crafted melodeon accompanied by a grizzled Holt Morris drummer, the rain failed to make mud of a beautiful setting, Eric Bibb brought echoes of his appearance at the Village Pump in 2007 – this time accompanied and enhanced by awesome electric guitar, Mervyn Grist amused with total irreverence, Mrs Wok fed the body and the Milk Street Brewery fed the soul – when their tent wasn’t doing a hang-glider imitation in the blustery winds.
“Thank you” to Terry for being Squire-for-the-weekend with calm efficiency and to all the dancers and musicians who, with partners, sisters, children (and grandchildren), made this a lovely weekend under the watchful eye of the White Horse.