Hanging up the bells

But morris bells, not Christmas bells.
Confession - I didn't take this, and it was last night. That's me on the left.

After 37 years, I'm retiring my feet and poor right knee. Pauline (right) and I both announced we were stopping at the Christmas break: I'm away in NZ most of January, anyway.
I feel as if I've really lost something that's been with me more than half of my life. First, as a family activity, and latterly, just me.
Although I dare say that if Ian was still alive, he would be out with his mates in Ebor Morris, if he was in the country!

I have also back-blipped (16 Dec) about something special, and dance related, that happened this week.