Wakefield Rhubarb Morris dancing

I danced on the streets of Merrie Wakefield last weekend, hopefully not invoking the blessing of fertility in myself and my fellow Briggates.

Kirkstall Garland

We also saw Wharfdale Wayzgoose Border Morris doing some very wonderful dances, I think Phil was nearly recruited on the spot.

And the Rhubarb tarts Molly side, who invited Briggate along, were colourfully splendid and provided actual Rhubarb tarts, which were very good!

I'm already looking forward to my next dance out at Harewood house in April!

Songs for the Dead

I'm very pleased to be working on a project (which is currently mostly a secret) with an old friend who is also billed as Aghartha for the Bang the Bore event mentioned in an earlier post. More on this soon!

 Tonight I went and sat by Meanwood Beck and listened for the low voices you sometimes hear in the rushing water, the moon was bright orange, low in the sky and dissolving from the top.

The melting snow had given the water a more oppressive sound though, Meanwood beck was in too much of a hurry to talk today. 

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I'll be performing my first Morris dance out at the Field of Wakes on the last weekend of February for the Rhubarb Festival, one of the dances will be a NW Morris version (with stomping and whooping!) of Mona's Delight, a lovely dance collected from the Isle of Man:

I'll be the one messing up the last figure.