On Friday night I suddenly realised that this century may
see the demise of the humble Morris dancer. For hundreds of years these proud
men have gaily dressed up in white and skipped happily about waving hankies and
sticks at each over on village greens all in the hope of getting free beer. But
times are tough. The young dancers that were are now grown old with kids of
their own and injuries to boot. Other commitments have arose. And so, when it’s
time for the traditional village fete; the once popular may pole is now just a
pole. If we cannot encourage others to take an interest in joining the fold,
then what hope is there? But if the team volunteer to help recruit others into
the fold en mass at public events, surely that will gain interest from others.
It’s either that or it’s finally time to wash those hankies…
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