Morris was missing

It was the village folk festival. Villagers and devotees of folk music from far and wide, plus three of us, crowded the pretty village green, where a bevy of bands, beards, and bozos banged out folk tunes.

Down at the pub though it was time for Morris Dancing. First up, the Ramrugge Clog Morris, from Hertfordshire. An interesting set of dancers, in clogs.

Then the New Moon Morris, from Buckinghamshire. Weirdly clothed, like New Age Travellers.

Hitting sticks a-clashing, drums, accordions and penny whistle accompanying, all that was missing was Morris. (Maybe his mum had given him a note!)