On Friday evening an expedition was made in search of appropriate refreshment and entertainment. This was achieved in the first instance by following a ‘Star’ and then a ‘Swan’.
On Saturday morning having broken through the ice on the tent we decorated ourselves in the usual regalia and headed into town to entertain. Having reached town we noticed the extent of the over population of morris sides and the under population of dance areas. After a few false starts we managed to blag our way onto a performance platform where to much cheering and applause we regaled the local population with some of our best moves. Later on in the day, with the weather closing in, at the official engagement, our dancing finally brought down the best that the English weather produces. That evening we grouped together for a meal at Thrishna Cuisine where spiced delicacies were consumed and complex calculations were performed to produce the exact payment. Sometime later, it was agreed that all should retire to bed for in the morning there would be an early start.
After another cold night the team awoke at 4 in the morning so as to prepare for dancing at the ‘Panarama’ some miles from the campsite. Instructions to the location of our destination had been acquired the previous day. We exited the campsite as quietly as we could, (yeah, right), in a convoy of modern motor vehicles. There was a small trek that had to be undertaken in order to achieve our goal and we were joined by four other sides at the top of as a line of sleepy travellers attained the summit.
We danced and played and sung and the sun rose in the sky.
Later on, we performed in the town until it was time for the morris sides to walk through the streets and try and deafen the local populace in a display of drum craft. Our place in the parade had been fortuitous and as it happened 29th delivered us directly in front of an outdoor refreshment outlet. Beer was drunk. It was then arranged to dance with ‘Bloodstone’, a team known to Sue, from the far off Isle of Wight. It would appear that we ‘Overners’ are now very much welcome to visit the Isle and have been encouraged to do so by the ‘Vectians’ of Bloodstone.
We had entered a plastic duck to compete in The Decorated Duck competition and The Upton in Bloom Duck Race. Our duck the brave little thing put his best web forward and threw himself into to fray. Our duck was marked with 2 B’s and naming him seemed obvious, with the addition of a zero BoB was born. We may have got a bit excited during the race and started running along the bank cheering him on. Soon our cries were joined by the voices from other teams. ‘Bob’ was the shout and also ‘come on the blue duck’. A late surge from BoB meant he was near the front at the finish, the result is not known but it is suspected that a 3rd or 4th place was achieved.
The Monday was a much quieter affair. Due to the absence of the band leader a temporary one had to be chosen, and due to his valiant efforts in the river the previous day and his similar sounding name it was decided to appoint BoB the duck. A rumour came to our attention that the acoustics under the Upton Bridge were greatly desirable particularly for drums and so we once more headed off in search of perfection. The place was surrounded by ‘Bunnies from Hell’ dancing Cotswold and wearing pink. They were soon placated however with the promise of a joint venture and much jollity ensued.
Thank you, Upton-upon-Severn.