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To the Black Buoy on Boxing Day lunchtime for a bonkers, but equally brilliant event that can best be described as only in Wivenhoe…

Yep - the traditional Boxing Day appearance of the fine men from the Colchester Morris Dancing troupe were hitting their sticks and shaking their handkerchiefs. It takes a certain amount of Dutch courage to place bells on the end of your boots. No surprise that most of that courage was booze related.

This was an ace afternoon with a splendid crowd of hungover Wivenhoe locals turning out to chase the hair of the dog. Adults looked slightly uneasy as the call came for any volunteers; kids were bemused, and even Colchester MP Bob Russell took some Christmas time out from attacking the coalition to support the Morris Men of his constituency.

Cripes.

I’m not quite sure of the deeper significance of Morris dancing, although I was reliably informed that there is an undercurrent of male fertility with all that shaking of your big stick in the air. I covered up the eyes of the fragrant @AnnaJCowen when a giant dog came sniffing around.

The Colchester Morris Men wrapped up on Black Buoy Hill shortly after 1pm, and then continued the recruitment drive with the lure of mulled wine.

“We’re looking for some young blood,” I was told. “Weekly Friday night rehearsals - we’re a very social lot.”

This I wasn’t disputing, but I fear that the dancing may clash with my *ahem* bell ringing ambitions.

Blimey.

Many thanks to the Colchester Morris Men, as well as the Black Buoy for what was a brisk day of business. We returned to the boozer later in the evening, to find some hardened Boxing Day revellers still toasting the season.

Quite a song and dance.

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Plus: more on the Boxing Day Morris Men of Wivenhoe over here.