The above quote, from the inestimable pen of Cecil Sharp himself, surely sums up where we are right now.

There was a time last year when the phrase F-Day (Freedom Day) was bandied about like an inebriate novice wielding a stick in Balance The Straw. And the response of many was, “What the Eff…?” The truth of our emergence from this long isolation is less dramatic, more cautious and with low hopes of permanence. Nevertheless, we have been secretly and quietly practicing as soon as we could. And even have a new dance under our baldrics to unleash on an unsuspecting public.

Yes, we are pleased now to be able to announce that not only are practices resumed, but we are planning for a program of events later this year. And, indeed, we can now welcome newcomers to join us as we do our best to, “Restore a vigorous and native custom to its lapsed pre-eminence.”

We like to think Mr Sharp would be proud of us. And we’d like to think he, too, would be welcome to join us. If his upright capers were solid enough, of course.

If you think Morris is for you. And why wouldn’t you? Please get in touch and we will welcome you… well, if not with open arms at least with hand sanitiser and an LFT (we are not completely out the proverbial thicket yet!).

I can only end this joyous news with the cheer-filled words of Sydney Carter:

They buried my body
And they thought I’d gone,
But I am the Dance,
And I still go on.

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