Mayday Mayday

It's 5.30 in the morning and we're almost up at the crack of dawn to watch the May Day celebrations in Standon. Never could quite get the hang of Morris dancing but this was an unusual and quaint tradition, handing out apple blossom and listening to songs. And it was time for a drink at the pub at 6am (landlord at the back getting ready for the rush to the bar). Done it now. Maybe not next year. Yawn!