This time of year always remind me of when I was a boy dancing around May poles and country dancing on the village green.My dance partner was the prettiest girl in the village and the 1988 May queen. A pity I had to move away to boring new school and area where nothing was celebrated all summer.
It’s May Day in England. And just as December is time for Xmas films, as is tradition in our house today we bbq, drink cider and watch The Wicker Man.The original obviously. (1)
