Yorktown Folk Festival



Worcestershire, Shropshire, and Herefordshire (oddly they are all Leicestershires…)


Saturday, the 22nd found the drunken Weasels dancing out as part of the Yorktown Folk festival sponsored by our friends over at the Yorktown Waterman’s Museum.   While it might not seem apparent from the name, this museum is quite the friend to folk music and pleases Ron’s attachment to nautical history and Sea Shanties.


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Ron thinking of the sea (Photo by Victor Rosello)




View from the Museum


It was a beautiful day, but by our second set the breeze let us down and the temperatures increased.  This was no doubt felt most severely by Mark who danced two sets with us and then immediately raced over to dance with his Irish Dancers, Rose and Sword.  Congratulations on that Feat Mark!


Victor Rosello managed to capture some photographs of Tinner’s Rabbit.


And Kim did manage this fetching selfie!



Kim’s selfie


Actually, except those otherwise attributed most of the photos on this page were taken by Kim.


As I mentioned earlier, we danced two sets.  The first at the museum proper in the morning, and later in the afternoon at the Waterside Stage, just outside the Water Street Grill.  That was more than enough excuse to have Lunch at the Grill.



Looks like Ron has had too many



Audiences were a little light, but we all certainly enjoyed ourselves.  A pleasant day of Dance, Music, Comradery and lunch!


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Shropshire Morris (Photo by Victor Rosello)


Until next time, Morris On!!


May Day 2018

One of the “duties” of a working Morris dancer is to go out on May 1st to dance up the sun and we weasels have been fulfilling this task these last few years. Is not that the responsibility is so pressing, or that the work required is unpleasant, it the fact the sun refuses to wait to rise at a more sensible time.


This year was again a challenge, it is far easier to convince Weasels to come out on the weekend mornings than before a busy day of work and Weasels of the drunken variety can hardly be expected to climb out of their comfy burrows in the early hours!  Nonetheless, three managed to stagger to our usual rendezvous.


Judy prepares to knock the moon out of the sky…

We also were forced to rely on recorded music played on my car’s speakers, less than preferred.  our regular musicians insisted that they were unable to play for us due to a previously scheduled gig opposite our dance out.  I suspect they were lying….


We danced a few three hand dances and then oddly ignoring any of our two hand dances we went straight to two of our favorite four hand in complete defiance of our lack of a fourth! If BrainTrust Morris can dance a six with five in traffic we can certainly dance a four with three in a parking space.


Afterward, Judy killed King winter with her sword and we feasted, as is the tradition in these parts.

We did have a small audience of three, which is the largest we have had since the Weasels took up this responsibility.  Two of them, John and Cathy Millar saw us two years ago, apparently, that was enough time for them to recover and risk it again.  All the pictures on this post have been stolen without even so much as a by your leave from Cathy (thanks Cathy!).

Cheers until next time,

Dance on!