The bough was collected from Peter Ford's barn having been cut down by him and Bob the previous day.
The Bluebells of Scotland was performed in glorious sunshine before we moved on to Fair Green where a swift Speed The Plough was performed for the waiting 'bus passengers.
Then the first of the day at the Black Lion. Old Bob was on, a mere 5.1%.
(Young Bob couldn't make it).
Then we had the second of the day.
Then we danced Ring O' Bells.
Next, Tye Green where Sweet Jenny Jones pleased the patrons of the Cherry Tree.
As can be seen from the photographs, as supplied by the Little Egypt Press Corps, a Good Time was being had by all even before the dancing started.
At one point, the Bough set off on its own, but was soon recaptured.
The Cherry Tree never used to be very welcoming to the Morris, probably because most of us preferred Real Beer to Chemical Cleansing Agents
masquerading as lager, but Times Have Changed and this year they put out the banners for us, even if they were advertisng Mexican Food and Skysports.
Time for lunch and it was pork pies and pasties at Argents Newsagents before a surprise refreshment stop at Andrew's house.