After my shower I went back to my tent and a fellow Crow, Jean offered me a coffee, which I gratefully accepted. Jean and various other Crows also offered me breakfast which again I gratefully accepted, being just a little bit hungry after my exertions the previous day. I had bought some batteries for my camera on Saturday so I put them in and fastened the case to my belt. I had been really impressed with the other teams the day before and I was determined to get some pictures this time.
Our first date was the Civic Centre, where we were to participate in a Morris Display. I snapped freely during the other teams' displays and here is a small selection of photographs for your edification:
From the top there is: Redbournestoke Morris Men, hankies aloft (left), the Ironmen (right), Mr Hemmings Traditional Abingdon Morris (left), The Earl of Stamford's youngest Morris dancers (right) and the awesome Stone Monkey (centre).
I danced a White Ladies and got it wrong (ouch!). My excuse was I was number 3 on the right and I usually dance number 2 on the left. The other Morris Teams were fantastic but I would like to make a special mention of Stone Monkey. They left me absolutely breathless with their Rapper. Each team danced 2 dances. Mr Hemmings danced one dance where a young lady stands in the middle. They chose somebody from The Earl of Stamford's Morris. The poor girl appeared to be traumatised afterwards.
Stone the Crows' second dance was Skirmish. I absolutely love Skirmish and I am dying to learn it. It's a brilliant showcase for the team and when it's danced well (and I've only ever seen it danced well) it's a show stopper.
After that, we had another dance on the Festival Ground and I danced Ragged Crow yet again. I was beginning to feel really proud of myself. Sharing the festival ground with us was the Earl of Stamford Morris Team, who dance Cotswold. At the end of the display, we had another massed Tinners. I really enjoyed myself yet again. I was beginning to feel I could get used to this.
Things were drawing to a close and I went off to remove my "make-up" in the car. Then I went to find two friends and fellow team members, John and Gill. I knew they would be in the Boars Head, not because the beer is good (although it is) but because there would be a massive jamming session going on and I don't think much would keep G & J from such a musicians' paradise.
The bar was packed and I missed them at first. I went and got myself a drink and then came back to the front bar, where most of the playing/singing was going on. There in the thick of it were Gill with her melodeon and John with his whistle. I dragged up a chair (with some difficulty, the bar was so crowded) and sat down behind them. Then I sat back and enjoyed the music.
The standard of playing and singing is amazing. I expressed a wish that I played a portable instrument fairly early on in the proceedings. I play the piano but there is no way I would have fitted it in the crowded bar, even if I could have brought one. I can sing a bit - usually in the car, very loudly and along to various punk songs - but I was a bit embarrassed. Some of the women who sang were breath-takingly good.
There were fiddle players, melodeon players, concertina players, an accordion player, various guitarists, whistle players, banjo players and bodhran players, one of whom also played the washboard. One or two would start a tune and one by one others would join in. I was mesmerised. One of the gents present started to sing "The Leaving of Liverpool" and I joined in the chorus with enthusiasm, confident that nobody would be able to hear me.
We had our tea in the pub and then left for the final concert of the weekend. The main act was Show of Hands with special guest Miranda Sykes and they were well worth the drive home late at night afterwards. I hadn't heard the band before and I had been nodding off during the support acts (sorry!) but I became wide awake when they started their set. I can't name most of the songs they performed but I do know they played "Roots", a passionate song defending the English folkmusic tradition. I also know that they were very good indeed and I thoroughly enjoyed the concert.
At the end, while we were leaving, we were treated to the spectacle of a streaker climbing one of the central poles of the marquee (I believe there was another but I never spotted him). It was an amusing end to a good evening. I went back to my car, said goodbye to Gill and John and set off home. The journey was uneventful and I didn't fall asleep at the wheel, which, in retrospect, is a little surprising considering how tired I must have been.
I sometimes finish off a blog with a video but this time, I'm going to finish with two. One is of Stone Monkey doing a rapper dance and the other is of Show of Hands. You can watch one or the other or both if you prefer.
