It’s May Day

In years gone by, when my children were small and regularly woke before dawn, I would get up very early on May Day.

Taking a flask of hot chocolate and a bag of marmite sandwiches, I’d bundle their little sleepy bodies into the car and take them to Brandon Hill.

We would walk up the hill in the first light of dawn and look at each other excitedly as we heard the bells of the Morris dancers up by Cabot’s Tower.

Every year, the violins and accordions play and groups of Morris Dancers congregate there to dance in the dawn of the 1st May. It was magical to be there. Now my children sleep soundly and would be very annoyed if I woke them . So I sing to myself, and remember those days.

Here’s a video I took of it in 2016.
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