I tagged along with the Morris today. Last year we were locked down and the annual New Year Morris tour was cancelled. I didn't realise quite how much I had missed the pubs, the people and the port and lemon. My grandchildren turned up at The Peacock. What a delightful surprise. After the dancing was done Steve, Ivy and Alan played and sung in the corner of the pub. So beautiful to listen to.
I wore a skirt that was complimented upon. I put it on because my jeans have shrunk over Christmas and cannot cope with my chocolate thighs. Tim and I did a stoic attempt at reducing the remaining chocolate orange this evening.
Weald of Kent Morris
Pen and Watercolour
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