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LadyofAstolat has written up a lot of the weekend here, but I'm under orders to fill in some bits. So here goes:
On Saturday the main interesting event was being accosted in a bakery in which I was trying to buy cider, and forced to try various samples of very nice cheese. I'd recommend the Stichelton if I thought that enough information for other people to find it :-)
On Sunday we went to the Pier for the Girls to dance. Being female morris dancers they milled around, so another hanger-on and I borrowed a couple of their musicians, hummed a jig tune vaguely at them, and made them play for us while we danced Nutting Girl Bampton with hankies stolen from our wives. This attracted the attention of a passing morris team which was bewailing assorted injuries and last minute cancellations... long story short, it turned out that they know a lot of the sames dances as us in nearly the same versions, so we ended up filling in for the Bunnies From Hell.
In the evening, as related, we had dinner with lots of wine. For some reason I spent a large part of this meal having a nice sleep while small(-to-medium) children tried to wake me. And the grown-ups came to check that I was in fact still alive, which I thought was nice :-)
LoA dropped out of the ceilidh early to go back to the hotel while I danced on. When I got back to the hotel an hour or two later, however, I realised that someone had run off with my key! Ever resourceful I nipped round to the back of the hotel and identified the window that probably had LoA behind it. Casting around for something to cast, I rejected keys, bottle-opener, and bits of car, so went off to the beach for a stone. Little did I realise that although Hastings has a policy of putting steps down to the beach every few yards, the hotel was apparently in St Leonards... About 6 miles later I had a handful of stones to throw, nearly all of which made it back to the hotel with me :-)
It's very hard to hit something smaller than a barn door on the first floor over a porch roof at 12.30ish at night while wearing a tricorned hat, especially if one wishes not to be done for criminal damage :-)
Works, though :-D
On Saturday the main interesting event was being accosted in a bakery in which I was trying to buy cider, and forced to try various samples of very nice cheese. I'd recommend the Stichelton if I thought that enough information for other people to find it :-)
On Sunday we went to the Pier for the Girls to dance. Being female morris dancers they milled around, so another hanger-on and I borrowed a couple of their musicians, hummed a jig tune vaguely at them, and made them play for us while we danced Nutting Girl Bampton with hankies stolen from our wives. This attracted the attention of a passing morris team which was bewailing assorted injuries and last minute cancellations... long story short, it turned out that they know a lot of the sames dances as us in nearly the same versions, so we ended up filling in for the Bunnies From Hell.
In the evening, as related, we had dinner with lots of wine. For some reason I spent a large part of this meal having a nice sleep while small(-to-medium) children tried to wake me. And the grown-ups came to check that I was in fact still alive, which I thought was nice :-)
LoA dropped out of the ceilidh early to go back to the hotel while I danced on. When I got back to the hotel an hour or two later, however, I realised that someone had run off with my key! Ever resourceful I nipped round to the back of the hotel and identified the window that probably had LoA behind it. Casting around for something to cast, I rejected keys, bottle-opener, and bits of car, so went off to the beach for a stone. Little did I realise that although Hastings has a policy of putting steps down to the beach every few yards, the hotel was apparently in St Leonards... About 6 miles later I had a handful of stones to throw, nearly all of which made it back to the hotel with me :-)
It's very hard to hit something smaller than a barn door on the first floor over a porch roof at 12.30ish at night while wearing a tricorned hat, especially if one wishes not to be done for criminal damage :-)
Works, though :-D
