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I've only just heard about the legendary "Lewes Setting Fire to Stuff" festivities.
Went into Lewes last weekend, 'for a nice pub lunch'. Mature, cultured, southern, cider-drinking friends were incapable of walking home. Bodies were strewn across the streets. I witnessed, first hand, something called "Morris dancers." I did not see the actual "Morris dancing". It was all a bit 'Wicker Man' really. And that's not a bad thing. |
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