In the beginning ...

Recent research has uncovered some (admittedly poor quality) photographic records of the very early days of Little Egypt Morris.

I am uploading them, with appropriate notes, for historical interest.

(Some of the images may take time to load. I think they're worth waiting for.)

The first existence of Little Egypt Morris, not known by that name at the time, was in 1987. The side was created purely as a divertissement for the annual church fête, held in the grounds of the Rectory in July.

Recent enquiries and research have led to the conclusion that this first manifestation was, in fact, in July 1988.
Authorities as diverse as the EADT, Marilyn Clarke and Nev himself, come together to verify this revision of the Side's early history.

The original Bluebells
The earliest records of the side are incomplete. From memory, the side was "got together", as ever, by Fred Sanders, from Belchamp, with assistance from John Aldous. Members included Neville Parry, Peter Ford, Paul Jaques, Pat, Steve Clarke, David Irvine (not that one), Derek Richards, and his son ?, Chris Britton and one or two others. Any help with adding to the details would be welcomed.

Our early repertoire was very limited, since we had very few weeks to prepare. We danced Bean Dibbing, Jockey to the Fair and Bluebells of Scotland. These first two shots show, indistinctly, our attempts at Bluebells (above) and Jockey:

The original Jockey

Lovers of trivia will have noticed straightaway the side's kit
We wore Cotswold whites (mainly cricket or bowls gear), with a red neckerchief. Our cross-belts, which are always wrongly called "baldrics", were green, and made out of that ribbony stuff people use to decorate parcels and presents. At the crossing point, we wore felt badges, appropriately decorated with an outline of a church. Our bell pads were something else: red felt, held on with a piece of elastic, their "tinkle" was provided by (I kid you not) budgie bells procured by a scouring of local pet shops. They did not make much noise.

Tea on the rectory lawn
This third picture conjures up the Rectory lawn atmosphere. We learned early the difficulty of dancing on grass.

After the first performance, one or two of us felt we wanted to keep the idea going, but not enough of us to be a viable side. A few of us spent a few months going over to Belchamp to learn with them, but, in honesty, the village spirit wasn't there, and most of us faded into the annals of a very brief Morris History.

Luckily, as fate (or fête) would have it, this was not to be the only example of Glemsford Morris. More was to come.

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