Saturday 25th, and at Wolvercote Morris invite us to dance with them at the Wolvercote Fete.
Courtesy of Wolvercote, we have video.
Saturday 25th, and at Wolvercote Morris invite us to dance with them at the Wolvercote Fete.
Courtesy of Wolvercote, we have video.
I missed this one. Let’s hope someone took some pictures.
Out on a Monday (13th), unusually for us. The reason? Guests of Mason’s Apron.
It’s been a while since we saw Mason’s Apron. And they now have a suspiciously familiar new member.
Luckily, nothing else important has changed. Mason’s still bring CAKE!
The evening of the 9th of June and we’re dancing out in Eynsham with some familiar faces from Wolvercote Morris.
What with one thing and another I didn’t manage to get any pictures. I’ll leave this page here in case any turn up.
Who are these mysterious ghostly dancers?
It’s always hard work dancing on grass. It’s even harder work when you’re competing with the dog show…
Once more, back to an event that was a regular in the Havoc calendar in pre-pandemic days. The weather did its bit, and we danced.
Next on the list of things we haven’t done for a while – May Morning. Starting in the Botanic Gardens at 05:15.
From there it was on to join the throng at Radcliffe Square, and the to the Bridge of Sighs and along Broad Street, finishing with a large and confused massed Bonny Green outside St Johns.
How strange, and how delightful, to be back at Oxford Folk Weekend. Bonn Square, Asmolean Steps and outside the Natural History Museum, it’s great to be dancing in front of something like an audience again.
Congratulations to Bridget, Louis and Josh. Talented new Havocs!
If you have an apple orchard, and especially if you’re hoping to get some cider from it, then one tactic to ensuring a good harvest is to Wassail it. Briefly, this consists of alternately bribing the trees with gifts of toast dipped in cider, and frightening evil spirits with noise and ructions.
Over at Hogacre, we’ve been assisting doggedly wassailing their orchard for some years. As far as I know, none of the trees have yet to produce fruit. Obviously without our efforts things would be in an even more parlous state.
As usual, this year we did a few dances while the crowd waited for darkness to arrive.
Then in the gloaming we head over to the smallest tree in the orchard, where master of ceremonies Tim Healy explains wassailing and related customs, and leads the crowd in singing and noise.