Top: On stage with Brackley men
Middle: Me with Bulgarian dancing girls
Bottom: Me with Portuguese musicians
A huge thunderstorm rages as all the folk dancers perfom on saturday evening.
More than one glass of red wine slips down my throat.
All in all, was a beautiful day.
Amazing to see so many traditions togther.
Everybody seems to think the morris men are mad.
Perhaps they have a point...?
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