Picture the scene, 1st February 3pm, leaving the visitor centre to embark on our great trek to the lake in the country park (soon to be Lake Conan Doyle, unofficially of course). We all have just refreshed ourselves after battling through the layers of Moriarty’s (Tony Brook’s) traps and bureaucracy and are on course to the lake, accompanied by the glistening of fairy wings and jangle of bells. Tim Wells is deep in thought, about to deliver the poem of the century, with Mr Bone and Mr Scott getting ready to warm the crowd up, ready for the momentous occasion……………BUT WAIT………………WHAT IS THAT EMERGING FROM THE MIST………………….IT LOOKS LIKE HIDEOUS BEASTS……………….
THE WILD HUNT BEDLAM MORRIS HAVE EMERGED!
You can visit their site by clicked on their picture.
I LOVE this!!! It is SO eccentric. I want to live in South Norwood with all you quirky folk. See y’all on Saturday…..
Morris looks GREAT – looking forward to seeing them.