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


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





Fine architecture


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.


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


And an excuse for the Morris



and their dancing tree


Every town should have one ๐Ÿ™‚


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