I spent the afternoon in Cambridge, Ontario at McDougall Cottage. I have rejoined the long sword dancers and went today to celebrate May Day. A bit late, I know, but there was another function last weekend and the dancers couldn’t make it.
Wolf At The Door Molly Dancers.
It was a bit chilly and we were dancing outside, but the museum staff kept feeding us hot sausage rolls, cheese and onions rolls, and haggis rolls. They were all delicious.
We dance five dances. Four of them are long sword dances, and one is a rapper sword dance, which I don’t do. I had one practice in 18 months, and was thrown to the wolves. Actually, it all went quite well except for the whap on the head. I wasn’t the only one. Occupational hazard.
Long sword dancing is an old style of dancing from a couple of areas in the UK. It is now part of the morris dancing tradition and is often used to celebrate holidays such as Twelfth Night and St. George’s Day. I love it. Running around while waving a sword; it’s a dream come true.
While I was out waving a sword around and stuffing my face, Becky was at home, alone, for the longest time ever. Well done, Becky.