THE SUN WOULD NOT HAVE RISEN.
“Really? Then what would have happened, pray?”
A MERE BALL OF FLAMING GAS WOULD HAVE ILLUMINATED THE WORLD.
Hogfather – Terry Pratchett
Sutton Masque Morris joined in with many sides all over the country in dancing in the dawn of Mayday, followed by a hearty breakfast, before headed to work, school or back to bed …
We danced in the sun, or at least we think so, it was very misty, at Stonea Camp near March in the Cambridgeshire fens and at 2 meters above sea level it is the lowest hill fort in Britain.
Arriving at 5am the dancers and musicians parked near Stiches Farm and walked the rest of the way to the camp and as you can see from some of the pictures it was very misty, in fact in some cases I’d go as far as foggy. Starting to assemble we were pleasantly surprised to greet a member of audience who was very quickly pressed into taking group photos of the side – Thank you!
At about 5:20 and after perusing the ground for holes and evidence of sheep, we picked our spot and performed a few dances until we were certain that the sun had indeed risen and we had done our bit for culture, we made are way back to where we parked and into the house of Roger, who already had the sausages cooking, and tucking into a lovely breakfast.
As I sit here typing this report up I can see that the sun continues it’s valiant effort to burn away the mist all aided by Sutton Masque and thee many, many other sides up and down the country who we danced with simultaneously, or at least close enough.
Please enjoy the pictures below provided with permission by members of the Sutton Masque Morris and I leave you with the final words of the Oxfordshire May Day Carol:
God bless you all both great and small
And I wish you a happy May