What the English do on Boxing Day

If I danced around in the street outside a pub on Boxing Day, waving hankies in the air and singing nasally, most would assume I hadn’t sobered up from the previous day.

And that may or may not be true of the Hartley Morris Men who did the same outside the Rose and Crown in Wrotham, providing us with a bit of post-Christmas entertainment.

Whilst I’ve never actually seen Morris dancing in person, I have often wondered what sort of fellows are involved. Odd coves, I’ve always assumed. And it seems I wasn’t far off.

But it felt good ‘n English. I came away feeling I’d had a good dose of medicinal culture. Or cultural medicine, whichever. I certainly knew I wasn’t in Japan any more.