Packing the wet weather gear seems to be standard practice as far as the British summer is concerned so seeing the drizzle on the windscreen was no great surprise but very irritating none the less.  Strangely, and against all expectations, the sky brightened as we approached Reepham and the sun came out with the downing of the first pint.

Kemp's bright yellow posters were displayed on  windows and in the bar so this was a good omen and, sure enough, the welcome was enthusiastic from a landlord who made a point of being part of the audience throughout the evening. 

Somewhat alarming was the distinct lack of Kemp's dancers.  Golden Star were in abundance and organising their dances on their little wooden board and being very efficient.  Kemp's consisted of Steve and me (how many solo jigs can I play for?)!... then Bert and family, Tim and, eventually, pretty much everyone else turned up - fashionably late but reliable as always.

Dancing was turn and turn about with Vandals and Bonny Green done en masse. The audience made it from the pub to just outside the pub without too much difficulty.  One gent apologised for the fact that the whole of Reepham had not turned out to watch and join in (expletives deleted) - "You can't get more English than Morris Dancing can you?".

Somewhere in amongst all this Steve managed to pick up an injury and was incapacitated for the rest of the evening.  We played more tunes and drank more beer and I had the strange experience of one of the Star girls throwing herself at me and ending up in a heap at my feet - I think it must have been the beer.

All in all, a brilliant evening - one for a return visit next year perhaps.

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