Little Egypt were no sooner back from their successful foray in to the Land of the Cathars and Troubadors, than they decided to venture into Foreign Parts once more. 16 June saw them updating their vaccinations and venturing into Pentlow, across the Stour, to dance at the uniquely named Pinkuah Arms in E**ex. |
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A classic evening venue, the Pinkuah stands in some distant lanes of
deepest E**ex. It is easy to get lost on the way, and delays might occur. Of course, there may be other reasons for delay. Like getting in and out of a car. |
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While waiting for the emergency services to effect a release, there was plenty of time to sample the ambience of this typical rural scene. |  |
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Some chose to spend the time preparing in the warmth of a perfect summer evening. |  |
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But, suddenly, all was ready, and with due seriousness and gravitas, the dancing began. |  |
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A classic dance for such a setting is "Banbury Bill" |  |
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It is a dance of gentleness and deceptively delicate simplicity. |  |
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Lack of extended daylight is no bar to the efforts of Little Egypt |  |
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and even the orchestra need no illumination to play their full range, including some ad hoc percussion. |  |
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However, let no-one be in any doubt that Morris Dancing is a serious business, and
accidents will happen. The innocent victim of some non-standard sticking by our Esteemed Squire, Alas-a-dair writes: I should just like to record my thanks to all of the "Morris Ladies" who telephoned to enquire after my health after the vicious and unprovoked assault enacted upon my person by some big bloke with a large stick outside a local hostelry last Friday evening. I am recovering slowly with the assistance of a box of Nethergate's finest Suffolk County, though alas I fear that I shall be scarred for life, both physically and mentally. |
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 The rest, as they say, is silence. |
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