Actually, it had never occurred to me that one could travel to see Morris Dancers.
I always thought you'd just be sitting in your own local pub, on a summer's day, when suddenly ... they would materialise out of the back bar, followed by some old loony with an accordion.
Most of the women get used to it, Jayne. The WaGs seem to form their own little gang, which is probably a good thing because the side can be quite exclusive when they're out - bit like a male rugby crowd, only slightly better mannered.
Not that my own bloke is a morris man. He wouldn't go that far and is probably nowhere near fit enough (yes, they do need to be very fit), but we do understand the whole thing a lot more since getting to know the side. In fact the 'old looney with the accordion' (a fiddle in this case) is a very knowledgable music teacher and has been giving me some great advice.
In Yorkshire we have Morris Men following the Brass bands as they march around the towns, stopping at pubs along the way. A lot of our traditions are dying off, however wierd it looks I hope it continues.
Hazel you seem to have had a traumatic time of it lol.
Some years ago, a supporter of morris dancing had a letter published in The Times. In it, he extolled the notion that the activity involved muscular activity, use of hand/eye co-ordination and various other supposedly good things. Another correspondent replied a few days later, pointing out that the list was a perfect one for the average masturbator. This, he claimed, was why nearly every one else considers them to be bankers!