For the last couple of years, a select subset of Havocs have gone for a final season outing at the Swanage Folk Festival.
Swanage, of course, is by the sea.
Pete tests the waters…
Only a knotted hankie short of a full Gumby.
We danced at a few locations around the town, but being a bit shorthanded didnt have a spare photographer. So youll have to make do with some pictures from the parade. We’ve done the parade in previous years, but decided to spectate this year.
The White Horse Folk Festival is a small festival based around Grove that usually happens somewhere in mid August. We’ve taking part in it in previous years. This year, though, there weren’t enough of us to join in for the full day.
But the weekend was also marking the 60th birthday of those stalwarts of the Vale of the White Horse, the Icknield Way Morris Men. We did, at least, manage to join them and some other guests near the top of Dragon Hill, just above the White Horse, to start the day with a dance or two in a great location.
The weather, alas, was not quite as kind as it could have been.
Icknield Way at 60.
We did one dance in rain and wind. But things cleared up a bit.
A view over the Vale.
Some of the the other sides.
Owlswick. Some of them.
Look carefully at the next picture.
A view to the east.
You can just make out the hyperbolic cooling towers from Didcot A Power Station. They were demolished the following morning. The view over southern Oxfordshire will never be quite the same.
It’s the last Saturday in May, and that means once more we’re off to the Chippenham Folk Festival for the day, dancing at various locations around the town with assorted other sides.
Let’s get started.
Getting underway in Borough Parade.
A different view of Borough Parade.
Cardiff City Morris might be Welsh, perhaps?
Then off to what was a new venue this year – a car park on the edge of Monkton Park. The timetable said we would be dancing with Oxford’s very own Summertown Morris.
A new venue this year. Ed sports an especially low-slung bumbag.
Hang on. They look kind of like Summertown, but different. In fact they’re Willington Morris, a sister side to Summertown from Derbyshire.
This is not Summertown.
After that, it was time for the parade. Our annual chance to dance down Chippenham High Street while not being able to hear a note our musicians play. This year our Buzzard made an appearance for the parade.
The Buzzard is out and about.
It was rather warm waiting for the parade to begin. The Buzzard was unmasked…
One Hot Buzzard.
Elsewhere, your correspondent particularly enjoyed watching the colourful Gog Magog Molly.
After that, a trip to the Sea Front with locals Baharah Bellydance.
Dancing on the pier at Swanage
And then off to the pier for a little dance on our own.
Cry Havoc on the pier at Swanage
And then, time for the procession! The 2017 procession was notable for the rain that started just as we got moving, and completely soaked us before we’d got half way. This year the weather gods were more forgiving. You can see us, complete with unruly Buzzard, at 11 minutes in on this video.