|The Rochester Sweeps Festival is one of the genuine Little Egypt traditions. The side has participated
virtually every year since it was formed.
As always, Little Egypt were led from the front, with Nev taking charge of all arrangements, from whistle to weather.
As always the first port of call was the Gordon Hotel for their Beer Festival - Nelson's Blood a mere 6.4% this year, must be cutting down on the Pusser's Rum.
It had the usual effect on the men, though.
Lunch was leisurely - some risked a return to Elizabeth's, who had sent the Squire a precautionary e-mail reminding him that on the last visit some Little Egypt men had upset other customers by making slightly too much noise and using "Morris language" too liberally. On this occasion we were deemed to have behaved "fairly well" but as a precaution the bagman personally apologised to all other diners for any upset which might have been caused.
The day's shenannigins ended with the Special Molly Dance in the company of a side we'd not met before in Rochester - the very Black and White Pig Dyke Molly.
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There was a slight delay to the start of dancing because Sir Jukes's bag, which he'd had sent on ahead by post chaise was not left in the agreed place.
It took him quite some time to spot it in the almost empty car park.
The men meanwhile ensured their beer pots were ready and sound.
First stand, the Golden Lion where a spirited Ring O' Bells was danced, then on to the Eagle where an unlisted Maldon Greenjackets side was spotted.
Alan ran in the opposite direction as we joined our neighbours from across the border for a double Vandals.
Sir Jukes's bag once more went on an expedition, this time halfway up a street sign.
The first afternoon stand saw a couple of antipodean visitors expressing a wish to take a free trial lesson in Morris Dancing - they weren't bad but those corks kept getting in the way.
By now the sun was shining as we made our way back to our very fine and brand new coach for the
journey home during which someone christened the upholstery, his trousers and his dignity, with an almost
full pint of fine ale.
As always with the Morris Men of Little Egypt, Great Fun had been had, Good Ale had been drunk, Good Friends had been met and made,
and Good Resolution had been promised:
Then we teamed up with old chums Westrefelda for a couple of dances