It’s the Monday after the first Sunday after the fourth of September.
So it must be
The Abbots Bromley Horn Dance.
Possibly the best folk custom in the world.
The day starts with the blessing of the horns in the Parish C
And then the day begins.
This year was a special year as it is the centenary of the start of the First World War.
Four dancers went off to war in 1914, but only two returned.
Today, four dancers wore uniform in remembrance of those who lost their lives in the war, in particular those lost from
As always, it was a joy to follow the dancers around the village and su
But today was particularly poignant.
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 🙂
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
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 🙂