Plough Monday is another of those rural traditions kept alive by the genuine devotees of our national culture.
Goathland in North Yorkshire (since long before the morons got hold of it and planted "Heartbeat" there)
and Whittlesey in Cambridgeshire are two places where the tradition lives.
Soon we will be able to claim Glemsford as another.
For two years running, the Morris Men of Little Egypt have celebrated the day with a final (for the season) performance of their Mummers Play,
and combined it with a typical evening of Song, Dance, Frivolity and other Japes.
The Angel was again the setting, and an ideal one, for these celebrations.
(In case the Licensing Police are reading this, it was actually a meeting of the Pentlow and Foxearth Glee Club which
got a little out of hand. So blame Essex, OK?)
Yet again the photographs demonstrate that a good time was had by all.
I am assured the theatrics were cracking, the music note perfect,
the humour scintillating, the dancing in line, the time-keeping immaculate, the chat-up lines impromptu, the repartee legendary and the beer free.
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