Lest anyone should consider Morris Dancing a past-time for namby-pamby, hanky-waving softies, I have to point out that our stand at the Gamekeeper maintained our tradition of exacting a terrible price on our dancers.  "Elf and Safety Mike" followed on from the knee-capping of Steve and Gary's "I don't remember a thing" incident with a mid-dance tearing of muscle and ligaments - good job we currently still have an NHS to patch them all up!

Injuries aside - this was a really enjoyable evening.  The audience wasn't huge but Tim managed to secure the services of rent-a-mob and, together with some local residents, they formed an appreciative crowd. Not quite sure what the horse made of it all as it was dragged, for some inexplicable reason, through the middle of the set with a sharp thwack of a riding crop but then, this is almost into Suffolk so I suppose you should expect strange things to happen.

We also experienced another first for Kemp's - an inability to finish the plate-loads of sandwiches and bowls of chips provided by our very generous hosts!  It was a bit like the feeding of the five thousand - everywhere you looked there was another plate of sandwiches - absolutely brilliant.  We moved indoors as it started to spit with rain for a few tunes, a few songs and... a few more sandwiches.

Many thanks to the landlady and her staff - I hope you enjoyed the evening as much as we did.

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