We all know about the Corn Dolly, so no elaboration required here. Kay was on hand to receive the brightly coloured plague. A shame she did not try to match it, so it’s good someone else did try, although colour-matching clearly failed once more.
Neil was away on a pre-arranged golfing jaunt, so a chap called Islava was called upon to join in the merriment.
It was a very nice evening, spent in good company, and with good ale and occasionally sensible discourse. Many were the topics discussed, such as: what’s going on; where am I; who are you; where do I live; wodjasay?
ome had been waiting so long for this, that long beards could be cultivated.