Memories are made of this.

Watching a couple of programs I recorded last week on folk dancing - Come Clog Dancing and Still Folk Dancing. Brings back memories of my time in Petticoats Lost, a female morris dance side based in Thame, Oxfordshire, and makes me want to learn clog. We used to dance at various pubs through the summer and practise in Thame during the winter. The summer after Holly was born (and I was diagnosed with LAM), I danced at Leveller's Day in Burford and I think that was the last time I danced :(
The problem now is that I am on liquid oxygen and if I jig up and down it sloshes around in the backpack and freezes in the outlet tubes thereby stopping the flow. I don't think I could manage morris any more but clog (as opposed to clog morris) might be possible as the upper body stays stiller. Rapper (double-handed swords) looks fun but my backpack might get caught up when threading.
I do still have my tankard and the leather strap to attach it to me while I dance.



Dancing at Ye Olde Leathern Bottle at Lewknor - I'm 2nd from right