
On a wet and gloomy Sunday, the last thing I expected to hear was perky accordion music and the jingle of bells.
Peeking my head out, I saw a group of folks in red, white and green skipping around the waterfront outside China Bear.
"A bit early for carollers, isn't it?" I asked Buffalo Wilbur. "They're morris dancers," he replied, rolling his eyes.

I'd never seen morris dancers live before so I grabbed a very reluctant Buffalo Wilbur out to watch them close up.

I must say it does look a bit silly but fun. And it did brighten up my gloomy Sunday afternoon.
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