This weekend I dropped Paul off to go and watch Ringmer play football while I went to find a parking space and get some bits in town before joining him. Town was really busy as it was the Farmer’s market but I finally got a space in Tesco’s car park before pootling into town. As I walked along the path by the river I could hear the jingling of many bells. I laughed to myself, imagining Santa and his sleigh come early and stuck in traffic but as I rounded the corner was suddenly shocked to find myself surrounded by more Morris Dancers than I had ever seen in my life.
That was a very surreal moment I can tell you! I’m not sure what it is (the whacking of the sticks or the hanky waving probably) but I have always been a little bit scared of Morris Dancers so it was quite a fright I tell you!