This was no morris minor.
A day out in Stroud to see the Wassail. Read all about where it comes from here
In actual fact, I saw more of the Morris men and women than the Wassail thing itself as by the time I’d had a spot of chilli and bread with the horse nearby I was at the back of the crowd outside the Subscription Rooms in Stroud. That aside I got loads of shots of the very fine Morris Dancers, who were all very accommodating, but then if you spend time decorating yourself like this you must expect some attention. I’ll leave you to enjoy the images, and will try and post a short film of the action tomorrow.
This chap looked good against the carpet shop
Some fine looking Morris Women too
This one had taken to a sheep, or might have been related.
And these two caught the eye, now where do they get their make-up?
No bull from this chap
This one was very fetching and fierce in his green hosiery.
The one behind this chap looks suspiciously like the chap in my drawing here
This bloke’s day job is psychiatric nursing, I hope he takes the make-up off before his next shift. He was one of a group that had travelled down from Birmingham to perform.
And this one’s day job was sweeping chimneys, perhaps he’d come straight from work.
Last but not least was this chap, who was really dressed to kill. There was not a morris minor amongst any of them. They were all brilliant!