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Noted for its church steeple and picturesque Horton stone cottages,
the sleepy North Oxfordshire village of Adderbury
boasts a Morris dancing tradition going back centuries.
Having lived in the village for the first 7 years of my life, I grew up around the stuff.
The tinkling of shin-bells is in my blood. The flapping of handkerchiefs is part of my heritage.
Part of my legacy. Part of my very folklore.
Indeed, both my uncle and father were part of the 1970’s revival team,
and yet, despite the added family connection, I don’t dance. I just never have.
However, when the current team of dancers decided to mark
the 90th anniversary of The WWI Armistice, by journeying to The Somme
to visit the graves of those Adderbury village Morris Men
who lost their lives during the carnage of The Great War,
I took it upon myself to travel with them...
Tim Plester
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