From May day to Grey day
AMM were out and about bright and early on Mayday 2014 to dance the sun up for some of the best first of May weather in a few years. A determined sun at 7:00 a.m. over Victoria Square was soon picking out the tops of the surrounding buildings as we danced for the increasing stream of passersby. Those who stopped to watch spurred us on to greater efforts such that, by 9:00 a.m., we were ready for an al fresco stop at Zuma’s in the Central Market for that nutritionist’s heart-breaker, the traditional breakfast fry-up.
Our next stop was the Wright Street Hotel (yes, it’s on Wright Street) for beers, ciders and Pimms followed by the Kings Head for lunch with its wood fired oven. While a king’s head was not on the lunch menu that day the squire’s smart money (ouch you’re twisting my arm) had it that the head of your average king is more tasty when cooked in such an oven. After both venues some footpath sets for the benefit of local office workers inspired our further travels, as arranged by same squire.
A tram ride brought us to the Wheatsheaf Hotel at about 2:30pm where craft beers and dances rounded off the remainder of the day before the side headed homewards to pack for the trip to Kellybrook the next day
Two cars left any chance of decent South Oz weather 760 kilometres behind them for some Melbourne drizzle the next day for the meet and greet with local sides Britannia MM, Red Raven and Brandragon at a new brewery in the suburbs. AMM billeted out that night to morris households, ready to spring forth the next morning for the Kellybrook Winery Cider Festival, one of our regular gigs of the Britannia MM persuasion.
Over a moist weekend the four sides alternated in providing dancing entertainment to the cider- , wine- and gourmet- tasting crowd at the Kellybrook Winery. The weather was poor to start and bankrupt by the Sunday afternoon but the provision of lunches, cider and wine to the sides each day ensured good morale and an arrangement of sheltering marquees maintained attendance. While the end result was excellent days of dancing, of increasing concern to white-liveried morris men was the strategic placement of dancing feet to avoid mud spatter. The success of this varied from man to man….( you know who you are….) and perhaps future kit should include pre-spotted fabrics to mask the inevitable, or must we always suffer for the sins of others….
Saturday night was a barbecue at Chez Purdue in the company of the ubiquitous cider and an excellent Shiraz from the Kellybrook cellars, eventually morphing into a singing session for some, a listening session for others and a polite migration to adjacent rooms for the remainder.
Sunday afternoon saw us on the road for home (with alarming queries of Geelong’s possible location en route) with a stopover at Halls Gap for the night, at which the repartee, box-playing and Shiraz continued until late. An excellent breakfast in good spirits at a local cafe was a good start to the final trek home.
A final thank you to the men of Britannia once again for their inclusion of AMM into yet another excellent weekend and to Red Raven and Brandragon for their good company and dancing.