A Bower

I know what it looks like.

But I am not becoming a Morris groupie.

Really, I’m not.

It is a total coincidence that just recently wherever I go, the Morris goes too.

And it has to be said

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this weekends offering was a particularly fine example of the discipline.

And it also has to be said that yes, that really is a tree participating in this particular Morris dance.

And no, you don’t see that every day ๐Ÿ™‚

That is the Lichfield Bower. We were in town for a family wedding on Sunday, but Monday? Monday we were exploring the delights of Lichfield

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Fine architecture

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Samuel Johnson (not sure what he would have made of the fairground that had sprung up next to his house for the weekend)

And of course, The Lichfield Bower.

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The tradition traces it’s origins back to the Twelfth Century and the Courtes of Arraye. But nowadays it’s more in the way of an excuse for a jolly good knees up

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And an excuse for the Morris

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and their dancing tree

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Every town should have one ๐Ÿ™‚

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