Leaving the Brits behind

After meeting Liz at Leeds station, I met this lovely morris dancer while queuing up for coffee. It's a long time since it's felt right to ask someone for their photo but dressed like this, he was asking for it, wasn't he?!

He's from the Pool-in-Wharfedale dancers, so not far from home and funnily enough, we've probably seen him dancing about 15 years ago outside a pub between Weeton and our old house (on a cycle ride, I think.) At this moment in time, he's wondering whether my camera is going to squirt him with water - think I should be the one worrying!

Now at Manchester airport with hopefully, just a little delay.