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.

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