Rising bright and early we were glad to see that the wide blue North Norfolk sky and sun had returned, promising a fine day. Somehow, despite having plenty of time when we woke up, we ended up in a rush to get into town ready for the procession. Once there chaos ensued as 36 morris sides tried to get themselves into some semblance of order but eventually we were off.
Top marks go to Harry and Julia for following Squire's orders and processing in their coats although the other dancers were probably the wiser. Certainly we were just a bit damp by the end of the procession so the coats came off, not to be seen again.
We had two good dance spots before lunch when we adjourned to the beach for chips and beer. Such was our enthusiasm that we did a dance on the beach, with several dancers and musicians barefoot to enjoy the feel of the sand between their toes. You can see the video here.
Another highlight of the weekend was the discovery that Becs could fly - with a little assistance from Squire Sean. The photographic and video evidence shows her desperately trying to keep at least a toe on the ground. However eyewitness testimony affirms that by the time we did our showcase dance on Saturday's finale she was 'just like they are on Dancing on Ice'!
The traditional PG barbecue was scuppered, for the first time in living memory, by the fact that we couldn't find any charcoal. Despite this setback we had a lovely meal together, cooked in caravans, and discovered that Harry looks very fetching in oven mitts.
On Sunday we found that we were all danced out so we strolled back down to the beach for a relaxing few hours of paddling, frisbee and sunbathing before reluctantly heading for home.