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Trigg ‘Blog 6 May 2010


The Trigg Morris first night out of the season started with a rush home from work to get my kit on, pick (& dry!) flowers from the garden & decorate my hat, wolf down a quick snack, pick up the new boy Darren, & race over the bridge into Cornwall. 

The first night out is normally quiet and we have sometimes been our own audience! Tonight was different. There was a good audience of locals as well as several regular Trigg followers (and Maria! Lovely to see you Maria.)

Thank you all for coming.

As dusk fell, we danced in front of the Cheesewring Inn at Minions.

Balance the Straw  at the Cheesewring Minions

The first dance was a Fieldtown stick dance, Balance the Straw. 

We threw ourselves into it & were off to a flying start.

We kept up the pace well and the rest of the pub audience had now come out into the evening air for Room for the Cuckold, and Greensleeves.

The Sheriffs Ride, from Lichfield, was a tricky one to start with dancers and musicians eventually getting it together really well. The Lichfield hey is complex  (for us anyway!) but there was a great cheer as we all panicked home safely!

After Constant Billy and Headington Off (with our wavers made into parachutes) we had time to chat in the twilight to friends, old and new.


It was clear that nobody was really sure of the best route to Linkinhorne but we all jingled to the cars and scattered in the right general direction!

Mick told me “Straight over & through Rilla Mill, then turn right further along”. My Sat Nav on my phone told me the same & off we went. Hmmm. Nearly all the others went off in a different direction!

With darkness falling quickly and the rain now coming down, I trusted the technology & didn’t worry when the last pair of headlights following me turned off. Finally, as I shot down the narrow lanes towards Linkinhorne, Bob popped his nose out of a side lane & (most of) the rest of the convoy followed me into the village. I think Steph & Roger won the prize for being lost the longest but did finally make it to the gig! Well done!


The Church House was packed as The Plymouth Maids ladies clog Morris team were joining us once again for the evening. With the rain now falling heavily outside we decided to take over the pub skittle alley for dancing.

Plymouth Maids

There was some furniture to be moved though, so that the clog dancing could be done on the wooden floor rather than the carpet. (There was one suggestion from an onlooker that “it would be much quieter though!”)

Plymouth Maids

Trigg Morris and the Plymouth Maids alternated a full set of dances. The narrow skittle ally made the weaving in and out of the Nutting Girl hey tricky at speed, but no-one came to any harm. Plymouth Maids did well too in the constricted space. I enjoyed their Knutsford but my real favourite was the Hebridean Weaving Lilt (See the video on Trigg Morris Facebook page).

 The dancing seemed to be over in a jiffy and we settled into the bar for a singsong. It was lovely to be back playing my acoustic bass guitar with the melodeons, concertinas, accordions, guitar, woodwind and, of course, the wonderful singing.

My own background was one of Scottish and Irish folk tradition, so I love to hear some of the English and ALL the Cornish folk songs!

Lyn & Chris both gave us lovely songs for the month of May.

The bar was soon resounding to the White Cockade and When We Meet Together and everyone was treated to Viv’s rendition of My Young Man.

It was lovely to have Ivor back with us for the evening but we still had a few absent friends. It’ll be good to be with everyone again over the season.


I drove back over the Tamar Bridge towards midnight with the voices still singing in my head “We’ll end the day as we begun, we’ll end it all in pleasure . .”


Thanks Trigg. See you next week.


Jim Hutchins.

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Jim's Blog 13th May 2010


Trigg Blog 13 May 2010


Driving out tonight, Darren & I had Led Zeppelin’s Rock And Roll  playing in the car. LOUD. It wasn’t the kind of music we expected later but we were in that kind of mood!

Flowery hats? Check!

Wavers? Check!

Bells? Check!

Baldrics? Check!

Yeah. OK. Inside the car, we didn’t really look like RocknRollers!


We arrived at The Borough Arms at Dunmere on time. It was a good venue to dance on a beautiful evening, 

with even a small audience to witness our efforts.    

Darren panicked & started to leave when he realised he DIDN’T have his wavers, but soon recovered them from the car!

Viv and Lyn provided wonderful music tonight. Chris, Mick, Pete & Peter will all be back to support another time!

Trigg were enthusiastic with enough men to field two six man teams for several dances. This was also a great opportunity for this seasons new boys, Darren & Jeff, to get up and strut their stuff!

Darren was handed two sticks & joined everybody for one of our signature dances. Bodmin Riding. No one was hurt. Well done!

My first dance was a Lichfield stick dance. What a way to deal with the stresses of modern life, dress up, start the music & hit each other with great big sticks! It was a lot of fun and I kept up . . . mostly!

The Clock was our second 8 man dance. Vic gets to play our most important prop. It’s a carefully designed & built percussion instrument which produces a wonderful ‘tick tock’ sound and clock-like chimes.

An instrument which was, unfortunately, left at home! 

Instead . . Vic played a beer tray! 

Who noticed?

Landlord, Dave, found a tremendous way to ensure our return. After the dancing was over we were invited indoors for drinks, and ‘taters’! Those roasties did it for me. Thanks Dave.


It was only a short trip to the Lanivet Inn and again we were dancing at dusk.

Some youngsters saw us arrive and asked what we were doing. When we told them . . they left. I thought youngsters were into Streetdance!

We had a really nice dance spot in front of the pub although I’m not sure if I spotted any audience. We didn’t care!

I was cherry picking the dances I wanted to do. I tried to avoid ‘The Rose’. 

Viv reminded me of my first trip to Brittany with Trigg Morris, many years ago.

I danced it for the first time at The Astrolabe at Le Relecq-Kerhuon. Tricky!

Do you know that bit where you leap up, spin round & land facing the other way?

I kept falling over! The audience loved it!

It was probably my first time in the Trigg limelight. (The second time being the night in Brittany when  I led a hall full of Breton Dancers with the Morris Men in an impromptu performance of the Hokey Cokey!)

Tonight was another first. I didn’t fall over!

I had some trepidation in volunteering for Brighton Camp.

A complicated stick dance from Stanton Harcourt, it may have been to blame for several broken fingers and lumpy heads over the years.

“I haven’t danced this for nearly two years!” I said.

“Then you MUST do it!” they answered!

The only person hurt tonight was the Squire, Ian . . and it wasn’t me who hit him!


There was plenty room inside tonight for our singsong.

The darts players at the other end hardly knew we were there!

Landlord, Trevor, did. I spotted him singing along several times!

It was good to be able to hear Vivs concertina, my acoustic bass guitar, Pats guitar and all the vocalists without them being swamped by a mass accordion and melodeon ‘wall of sound’ but, honest Chris, Mick & Pete, we did miss you! J

We had a real mix of songs tonight with several new ones I hadn’t heard before.

“Ale, ale, glorious ale. Served up in pewter, it tells its own tale. Some folks likes radishes, and some curly kale. But give I boiled parsnips, and a gurt dish of taters, and a lump of fatty bacon, and a pint of good ale!

Visiting friends, Carole & Aimille Jaouen, from our many trips to Brittany treated us to ‘Santiago’ and we all tried to join in.

It was Alans birthday and he asked Sydney for a Welsh song.

After much discussion, and a little bit of coercion, Sid treated us to one of my favourites. I love looking around at all the serious, indeed highly emotional, faces singing

“We're poor little lambs who've lost our way,
Baa! Baa! Baa!
We're little black sheep who've gone astray,
Baa! Baa! Baa!
Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree,
Damned from here to Eternity,
God ha' mercy on such as we,
Baa! Baa! Baa!


See you next week at Tintagel and Trevelga.                     Jim.

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Trigg Blog 20 May 2010


Tonight was the night the whole Morris team got lost in Cornwall!


The evening started with a rush. Novice dancer, Darren is from Tintagel but hadn’t been there for years, so I was keen to get him there on time.

I went straight to his place after work and after a super-quick change into my dancing gear, we were off, leaving flower debris over the living room as evidence of decorating our hats.

It was a beautiful drive and seemed to get sunnier a we got closer to the Atlantic Ocean. The trip was punctuated with various varieties of wildlife running out onto the road in front of us. The funniest moment was when we surprised two woodpigeon which then flew up towards the windscreen. I yelled and ducked my head (inside the car!). Darren didn’t wait for an explanation. He heard me yell and ducked down without questioning how silly we were!

A survival trait from a bygone age I suspect!


The team were readying themselves by the Post Office so we joined them to get our bells and wavers on. A curious audience found King Arthurs Arms a more refreshing vantage point. About to start, I realised my wavers were missing. I looked ‘round at the others as I dug back into my bag, but I was sure I’d counted them out with my bells. I was starting to think one of the grinning faces around me was playing a trick, when Darren double checked his own bag, removed MY wavers from his belt and, sheepishly, returned them.

Emergency over! 

I grabbed a stick and threw myself into Balance the Straw with the rest of the team. Squire Ian, did catch up with us!

After Brannel and Abnals, I was called back in for Old Woman Tossed up, opposite my mucker, Pat. Without pause for breath, I was back on at number 6 for Nutting Girl (dedicated tonight to Theo, who was drinking with Plymouth mum & dad, Gary and Lisa, at the King Arthurs Arms). It’s still my favourite dance but that was it, I was knackered!

With some very good leaping in Room for the Cuckold, we finally left the Arena, with our wavers folded like parachutes, with Headington Off.


We were heading for a small village called Trevalga just a couple of miles up the road. What could go wrong?

I left after the others with new Trigg Groupies, Gary & Lisa following on.

Darren & I became convinced we’d somehow missed Trevalga, but carried on because we hadn’t caught up with the rest of the team. Suddenly we did. Some were turning left into a lane. Some were coming from the other direction and turning right into the same lane. Some were trying to come OUT of the same lane, and there were three-point-turns going on all over the place! Chris drew level with us and wound down his window. “We’re flippin* lost!” He grinned.

Alan was in the lead ‘cos he was the only one who knew where we were going . . . and he drove past it.

Turning around, we were treated to beautiful glimpses of the sunset, visible only on the surface of the water because of the sea mist. I stuck my iPhone out of the window, tried to hold it above the hedge, and snapped away hopefully.


I followed the others into another lane and was thinking we were lost again until I spotted Trigg posters stuck up. It wasn’t like our usual venues. There was a barn, some fields, a dirt track to dance on, and an audience! The village had turned out to see us and, in the absence of a pub, had laid on wonderful refreshments in their parish hall.

I had hoped for an easy time but found myself doing most of the dances. After Greensleeves, we did Jug by the Ear, Ring’O’Bells, Old Woman Tossed Up, Shepherds Hey and Constant Billy (Roger & I got shouted at for slipping the set down the hill as we danced!).

The off dance, Bonny Green is good for audience participation so I approached young Theo. He hid behind daddy, so mummy came up instead!

As usual, a seemingly reluctant audience ‘allow’ themselves to be persuaded and have a great time in the process.


After feasting on the wonderful food laid out (Thank you Trevalga) we settled down for some lovely music & singing. With Chris on accordion, Pat & I on strings, and Pete & support on percussion, we had a great evening with the villagers joining in many of the Cornish & traditional folk songs.

The longest and loudest would be the medley Lil’ Lize I Love You which climaxed with the hall resounding to “I love the white rose, so fair as she grows. It’s the rose that reminds me of you! ”

In contrast, I love Vic singing “I went out t’other day wi’ me dog, Got stuck up to me knees in a bog; I were blazin’ away at the rabberts all day, But I never shot naught but me dog! . . . I’m a mortal unlucky ol’ chap; Did ‘ee ever ‘ear tell such a case? From morning till night, naught never goes right; ‘Tis enough t’ drive any man maze!” After Rogers recitation about the wedding, we finally discovered why Chris had been carrying a rhubarb leaf around with him all night! (To the tune of ‘Bunch of Thyme!’).


As we tried to finish up (the first time) I could still see light in the sky, and realized it’s only a month ‘till Midsummer! With several speeches, last ones and a bit of rock and roll! I finally managed to get away around 11.30 for the long drive home back to Plymouth.

Darren was thrilled to have been back in Tintagel with a further visit now planned to his parents in the churchyard. With his memories surfacing, my drive back was filled with stories of his Cornish Christening in the church on the Glebe cliff, walking out as a child with ‘his Granfer’ on dark nights to light the church candles before service, in the days before the church had electricity, and the walks back home in the dark after service, thinking the sheeps eyes were devils in the darkness!


Another wonderful night with Trigg Morris.


See you next Thursday night at Rescorla and Luxulyan.




*or words to that effect!


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Trigg Blog 27 May 2010


Trigg Blog 27 May 2010


Tonight, Trigg were due to meet up with some very special visitors, but it came as a surprise to me because I hadn’t been paying attention . . again!

But first we had to get to our spot at Rescorla.

I knew time was tight coming all the way from Plymouth but there was a good chance we’d make it by 8pm to this little village just outside St Austell in Cornwall. It turns out that we were very lucky because it was actually on Tom-Tom on my iPhone. Most of the dancers couldn’t find it on their sat-navs. It could have been a bit tricky otherwise because it didn’t appear on ANY road signs until we actually entered the village! We’d also been a bit confused to discover that nearby Bowling Green was the name of a village and not a . . erm . . bowling green!


We arrived to see the dancers already assembling on the hill, with the sun behind them. It was clear from the shouting that they wouldn’t start Wenford Bridge without me! I was told to leave my bells until after the dance & they said they’d jingle louder to make up for me! I did realise once I was dancing though that I had committed an even greater Morris Sin. I still had my sunglasses on! Tough! They were prescription sunglasses so I had to keep them on until I got a minute to go back to the car. Although I got my bells on quickly, I still didn’t get to change my glasses yet, because I was needed right after for Jug by the Ear. One of my favourites.

With only time for The Black Joke to restore my vision, I was soon back up for Dearest Dickie. There was the usual enthusiasm to get the ‘swagger’ just right, but Dave seemed to ‘mince’ it so well that he decided to show it off again next verse as well! Since we did have our ‘clock’ this time, I was right back up to do one of our 8 man dances, The Clock. I danced opposite novice, Trevor, and although I was in a different position to usual, soon had him clapping, waving and getting off in the right direction for the hey.

There seemed little time for breath so I appreciated it when Ian, the Squire, took time to explain to the audience about our baldrics. A simple green cross, with green and gold rosettes to represent Cornwall, he explained how we all had a personal badge on the back, but that the front had gold embroidered patterns taken from Celtic crosses, dotted around Cornwall. He also explained that these patterns were only awarded once a novice had mastered enough of the basics and that this frequently took three years or longer! (Ian also introduced the novices, without embroidery, and suggested that the audience DON’T watch them to see if they made mistakes!)

With the Headington Off dance finally taking us safely off the road, we had time to chat and to have photos taken with our hosts and audience.

Rescorla is one of our ‘Dry’ venues this season. A few years ago we were discussing how we had danced almost everywhere in mid-Cornwall when someone pointed out that we never danced in villages with no pub! Since it wouldn’t be right for Morris Dancers to perform without beer our kind sponsors, Cornish brewers, Skinners come to the rescue by providing beer to take with us!

Finally we headed off along narrow lanes to The Kings Arms at Luxulyan.

I wondered why we were parking in the lane instead of continuing to the car park but realised as I opened the door to get out of the car. The road beside the pub was filled with the music and colour of visiting Sompting Village Morris.

Sompting field both mens and womens sides, and came supported by youngsters and great musicians. 

The men had been dancing for many hours, so Trigg and the  Sompting ladies had most of the stage. Sompting men were great to watch when they did get up though, with fast, interesting and noisy dances!

My highlights of the Trigg dances were probably Vandals where we seem to have finally figured out ‘heading up’! and Brighton Camp where we danced alongside the Sompting ladies team.

After a bit of teasing, Sompting men got up again, only to be frustrated when the musicians tried to play one tune while they danced another! Then it was time again for the ‘Off’ dance. Bonny Green is a great opportunity for the audience to join in. I tried to explain to the Russian girl opposite me how the ’magic’ was in the wavers I loaned her. Her English was way better than my Russian!


It was busy inside the pub and even although most of our musicians were back it was a great night for singing from both teams. Lyn had the rest of her ladies to join in The First of May, Mick got to sing about his ‘Cock’ but clearly has to practice the “Na na na na na na na na”! We got to ‘Ramble in the New Mown Hay’ and Syd had us all Baa’ing as ‘Poor Little Lambs’ again. I’m not sure if I was more worried by Vic playing ‘Nancy’ or when Chris launched into The Rolling Stones, ‘Brown Sugar’ on the accordion, signalling the beginning of a RocknRoll selection in our programme.

We left, later than planned, with lovely voices singing ‘Once upon a time, there was a Tavern’. I was tired but luckily the car knew its own way to get me safely home to bed.


Some members of Trigg will get out with Sompting Morris this weekend but, sadly, I can’t make it. I am looking forward though, to next Thursday when we start at the St Kew Inn, finishing up at one of my favourite spots at Port Gaverne. I’ll see you there!



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Trigg Blog 3rd June 2010


Trigg Blog. 3 June 2010.


I raised a few eyebrows at work today, when I walked in with my bass guitar and a hat with feathers in it. Luckily, I’d already checked the place out and spotted the rhododendrons in the garden, just crying out to be cut and arranged on a Morris Mans hat!

Tonight I was really looking forward to dancing at Port Gaverne while the sun went down behind us. First we had to get to St Kew, and both venues were a long long way from Plymouth! I knew I didn’t have time to go home from work before I picked Darren up, so I had packed all the gear in the boot of the car ready for tonight.

Again, we had a beautiful drive from Plymouth to the North coast of Cornwall and we arrived at the St Kew Inn in plenty of time. I didn’t put my bells on tonight because I’d injured my ribs last week and the doctor had banned me from waving big sticks (or even hankies) around again until further notice. Tonight I would be official Trigg Groupie and unofficial photographer!

With several other team injuries, and many of the team saving themselves for a massed Morris Ring Meeting in Thaxted this weekend, tonight would be a night of opportunities for the new boys! Darren & Trevor were straight up for the first dance, Young Collins.

Nutting Girl went ahead without me but I think it was my first chance in many years to watch from the wings. Apart from a bit of bullying by the Squire it went very well! After Sheriffs Ride, I was a bit worried seeing newcomers in Old Woman Tossed Up (Bucknell) but I needn’t have worried. Trevor pulled off a tremendous leap that even showed opposite Rob Chisman!

After The Rose, and Brighton Camp (dull – no injuries again!) Trigger had everybody's attention for the off-dance, Princess Royal. Of course, he did have to chase people about first!


It was a lovely drive to Port Gaverne and, once again, we got there in time for the sunset.

 It was dusk and the sun was just going down. The timing was a bit different this year so the position of the sun didn’t lend itself to our usual ‘posed’ photo but I did get several of the team in the wonderful failing light. The Port Gaverne Hotel is always one of our busiest, but I reckon it was the largest audience we’d seen here yet. There were many holidaymakers, including some who’d turned up in their pyjamas (to save time later?).

Trigg always respond well to a good crowd and tonight they were on form. They were energetic, enthusiastic and lines were beautiful! Well done boys.

With Greensleeves, Room for the Cuckold and Abnals under our belt, I realised Trigger, the horse, was causing trouble in the crowd again!

We continued with Old Woman Tossed Up (Fieldtown this time), Shepherds Hey and (not very) Constant Billy. It seemed like no time until the audience were once more volunteered to join in the off-dance, Bonny Green. Some of us went inside for a singsong, some audience stopped outside for a fag, and most younger audience members went home to bed!


When we’d stuck our heads in earlier, everybody was eating & it wasn’t obvious that we’d be able to find space, but now the lounge was almost empty. They’d all gone outside to watch the dancing! We had their seats now and possession being nine tenths of the law, as they say . . .

With no doctors warning, I was finally able to settle down & do something constructive, so cleared some more space with my acoustic bass guitar!

The singing was great and once again, we got to sing Cornish folksongs with the whole pub joining in. Vic, Pete & Viv were in particularly good voice leading the traditional songs,. Mick managed ‘The Cock’ successfully this time, Chris sang first with Lyn and then had the pub singing ‘Yogi Bear’. Ian changed the emphasis with ‘Spirit in the Sky’ and the very famous Trigg Morris ‘Banana Song’, and lead musician, Chris found excuses to bring out The Rolling Stones, ‘Brown Sugar’ and, giving me the signal, we launched into ‘The Price of Love’. Chris uses The Everly Brothers 1965 version as his model but it fits wonderfully with the 1969 Status Quo version I play the bassline for! I love playing bass here because the acoustics are superb, and getting to play Status Quo at a folk event? Well. It works for me!


With a weekend away ahead of them, the band thinned quite quickly and soon Darren & I were on our way back to Plymouth.


Next week we play at The Rashleigh Inn at Polkerris, then head up to The New Inn in Tywardreath. This bar has a lot to answer for. One night in 2001 I wandered into my local for a quiet pint. A bunch of Morris Men had finished dancing and were playing folk music in the bar. I spoke to them about joining in the music sessions & they invited me along to their practice evening.

“Why don’t you have a go at dancing?” Roger said.

“No. You’re allright!” I answered.

“Go on!“ . . he said . . . . 

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Trigg Blog 10th June 2010


Trigg Blog. 10 June 2010.


It’s true there were dark storm clouds, heavy, dark and pendulous, towards which we were driving. It’s true also that the spare tyres we were carrying, were badly in need of some proper exercise, but we, being normal kids . . on a night out, well we weren’t going to let a storm spoil the rest of our evening, were we? It was a night out we were going to remember . . erm . . until next week!

We didn’t worry about the weather because the wind and dark skies had been hanging around in the background all day, yet even the wind was hot & there was no sign of rain as we headed for Polkerris and Tywardreath.

As we approached the top of the hill at Penpillick we had that beautiful view of the headlands overlooking Carlyon Bay before I swung left and scared Darren as I rattled in towards Tywardreath, the back way. It was dusk but there was no evidence of the bats I described to him, that might swoop over the car as we drove through the tunnels of overhanging trees.


We made it to The Rashleigh Inn at Polkerris in perfect time AND managed to get into the pub car park. Some late surfers were still on the water but there was a good crowd assembling to watch us. The smell of food hung in the air from the restaurant and pub.

Trigg had a good turnout, but there were still enough injuries around (me included) to prevent us fielding more than one team at a time. It did mean that the new boys would get a chance and Darren was straight in there for Balance the Straw. Maurice the Morris Man was here tonight in his distinctively designed outfit and was up for Valentine and Princess Royal among others. With a bit more time and bravery under his belt than Darren, Trevor was up there with both sticks doing Bodmin Riding.

Pretty soon though we had to wiggle back out of the car park and head to the New Inn in Tywardreath (pointing out, on the way past, the field where local pharmacist Geoff Evans kept his Lamas – segue for Ian!).

I lived in Tywardreath many years ago, and foolishly spoke to some musicians and entertainers in my local one night. It was good to be back with them tonight.

The pub was looking prettier than ever & Chris, Steve & the rest of the staff gave us a great ‘local’ welcome. The audience outside seemed unusually enthusiastic but I soon discovered the reason why. Tywardreath now has its own mixed Morris team who, with enthusiasm (and input from Trigg members) were there to cheer and to perform if we asked them up with us. We did and they were very good indeed!  The whole dance session was very good with highlights such as Vandals and The Clock (and this week Vic DID have the clock with him!)

Although it was getting dark now it was still warm and we chatted outside, being buzzed occasionally by one of the bats I’d described to Darren earlier.

Word of food on the table got us inside faster than you could shake a stick, and we settled in the back room, drawing the audience in as we played and sang.

Locals Holly and James are getting married in a couple of weeks time and, unfortunately, this gave us our targets XX sorry . . that should be ‘theme’, for the evening. Some of it was very nice, for instance Vivs lovely rendition of ‘My Young Man’ but this paled beside the much funnier recitation by Roger of ‘The Wedding that Never Was’, and many songs ranging from ‘Jenny Wren Bride’ (Now I’m just off on me honeymoon, I don’t know what happens tonight, but I’ve spoke to a few who declare that they do, and they swear she’s a bit of allright!) through to ‘The Town of Ballybay’ (She said she couldn’t dance unless she had her wellies on, but when she had them on she danced as good as anyone. She wouldn’t go to bed unless she had her shimmy on, but when she had it on sure she’d go to bed with anyone!). I wasn’t sure that ‘Long Black Veil’ was a cheerful choice but the whole pub was swelling, singing the chorus! Yet when Chris said “The Hens March to the Midden. Do we want that?” There was a resounding “NO!”

The audience were squeezed in doorways and every available space as Sydney sang some classics before our singsong became more raucous. ‘Da Doo Ron Ron’ led into a RocknRoll session but dancers were already leaving to get into the taxi bus as we were still ending with ‘Put your Sweet Lips’ as our parting shot.


It wasn’t such a long drive home tonight and the music stayed with us all the way. 

We hope to see you next Thursday night at the Molesworth Arms in Wadebridge then at the Maltsters Arms in Chapel Amble.

Goodnight all.



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Trigg Blog 17th June 2010

As we raced towards Wadebridge tonight, we had no idea that tonight would be an evening of maids, mishaps and mistaken identities, but nights out with the Trigg Morris team are NEVER uneventful!

The weather was glorious and we arrived at the Molesworth Arms to find the Saffron Maids and Trigg Morris Men squaring up outside the pub in Molesworth Street. There was a good turnout of dancers (and everyone was in good spirits) and we performed to a small but enthusiastic audience.

Dancing with another team lets us alternate dances & get our breath back (and it’s good fun heckling the other team!) I danced a (not very) Constant Billy opposite Pete P and hardly put him off at all! After Shepherds Hey and 3 dances by the ladies, it was time to head off into the countryside for our next stint at the Maltsters at Chapel Amble. The Saffron Maids were very polite but still declined our invitation to spend the rest of the evening with us. Another time! J

As we parked up in Chapel Amble, the views over the countryside were breathtaking and I stopped to take photographs before joining the others in front of the pub. The setting was brilliant, there was a large and enthusiastic audience and when the landlord sent out jugs of beer for the dancers, we knew we had all the ingredients for a great night!

I joined in Greensleeves to begin with, but it was when the team danced Old Carew that things became more interesting. Ian has vast experience as Squire so it was ‘probably’ deliberate when he decided to vary the usual Home – Away – Away – Home sequence to make the dance more interesting to the rest of the team around him! (Note: I can now hear my name going in the little black ‘Mug of the Year’ book . . . again!). While dancing and swaggering Dearest Dickie, I realised that the air was full of gnats. Not for long though, the air was also full of swallows and they swooped through our formation as we danced. After Room for the Cuckold (I heard someone asking if they knew what a cuckold was . . but didn’t stick around for the answer), I was back up for one of my favourites, Jug by the Ear. Phil encouraged Darren to get up and talked him through the ear pulling and shouting to a very respectable performance. Another one under your belt Darren! We were now ready to climax with Lass of Richmond Hill. It was all going so well. When we got to the leapfrogs, it’s quite normal for Pete P to launch into a high one over Pete M. Ian expected Terry to be a bit lower. In fact Ian expected Terry to be MUCH lower and they crashed to the ground together! They did the right thing though. They picked themselves up, dusted themselves down and did it all over again. Terry took no chances. He was so low that I thought he was saying a quick prayer! This time there were no injuries. (Perhaps Roger should keep this incident in mind for the risk assessments we have to complete for some of the venues!).

After the Bonny Green off dance with the audience, the team came inside the pub, but very slowly indeed. Well. It was a nice night and there was still beer in the jugs! It was a bit tight but we settled in the front bar for our singsong.

When Mick launched into the “Come my friends be bright and jolly . . . “ of ‘When we Meet Together’ I knew it was going to be another good one. “We’ll end the day as we begun, we’ll end it all in pleasure” J

We had a good mix of songs which wound through the “Leave off your lamentations . . .” of Vics ‘White Cockade,’  Micks ‘Woolamalloo’ (sp?) and ‘Lily the Pink’ from Ian. There was a ‘ploughboy’ selection which led, finally to an opportunity for me to, not only, hear  the ‘Hens March to the Midden’ but also to join in with the chicken noises! We had fine songs tonight from Lyn, Pat, both Chris’s, Viv and Peter M. Guests included Morris Ring (& Saddleworth) Squire Richard Hankinson borrowing Micks accordion for an interesting version of Princess Royal, and another chap who agreed to sing ‘in dialect’ “ . . “as long as it’s Cornish!” I enjoyed Chris leading “Oh Lord it’s hard to be humble . . “. I always thought it was written for me but everyone else knew the words too!

We finished with a mixture of songs, with ‘Liverpool Lou’ prompting the comment “. . makes me feel homesick, and I live in Bodmin!”.

Finally, as we packed away our tired instruments, one regular said “ You know, I’ve known Vic Legg for 40 years from the Garland Ox, and in all that time I’ve never known him play the guitar before!” . . . “That’s not Vic!” he was told. “That’s Pat! . . Vic’s over there!”

We spilled out of the pub laughing and went home in great spirits yet again!


Next week the team dances at the Who’d have Thought it? in St Dominick before moving on to the Cross House Inn in Metherell.  It’ll be great to have you along.



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Trigg Blog 24th June 2010

Trigg Blog for 24th June 2010

Your usual blogger (not sure about all these neologisms – not proper are they?), Jim, has bloggered off to Glastonbury again. Someone must have a word with him – it's for young people. Still looks like he has had good weather for a change.

Anyroadup, as they say in Birmingham, me and Auntie Vera picked up Father Abraham and set off away from the sunset. On the way we were overtaken by the gardener, but cut him up at St Dominick while he studied a map. Some thing we didn't feel we needed. Arriving at the “Who Would Have Thought It” with enough time to spare to upset the local bingo players by walking through the pub to order a sarsaparilla shandy. Outside, the sun shone gloriously and the River Tamar glinted in the near distance. Unfortunately our Squire had been viciously injured last week by the Deputy Squire in an attempt to make an early takeover of the Squireship and was unable to take part in the dancing.

As it happened, it didn't matter. No-one was watching. The bingo players closed the windows to shut out the noise; which must have made the room even hotter. Two German tourists snuck outside for a fag and looked bemused at the spectacle. After some explanation from our multi-linguist (is that right), they looked more bemused and vowed to give up smoking. In actual fact the only real spectator was a large brown and white horse named Dobbin.

We made our way to  “The Cross House Inn” at Metherell, snaking our way in convoy through the lanes. On arrival Auntie Vera announced that she had left her Trigg Smock back at the WWHTI. I immediately volunteered to go back and face the bingo players once more. Looking in the garden for the smock I was beckoned in by a bingo man and a finger was pointed to a distant chair with a green coat hanging on it. I bowed, mouthed the words “thank you” and left in without making a sound. During this brief interlude the caller continued without pause, hesitation or deviation.

A good set of dancing with an enthusiastic crowd cheering us on was followed by a music and singing session. It was good to get a contribution from Mike and Rosie. We were made welcome with a drink and some lovely food, on the house. We were actually thanked by a number of people who had stayed to the end. Presumably they had enjoyed themselves. We certainly had. The only downside was the long drive home afterwards – however, we managed this within an hour. And so to bed.

Back to you Jim.

Uncle Yogi.

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Trigg Blog 1st July 2010

Trigg Blog. 1 July 2010.


Who would have thought that I’d ever plan my garden around suitable flowers to wear in my hat? (Actually, Phil & Viv suggested as much when I joined Trigg in 2001). My planning is rubbish though! I needed flowers this week and the wallflowers and clematis have finished before the geraniums are ready!

I never liked geraniums! But they and, perhaps surprisingly, sweet peas are great fresh flowers to use in Trigg Morris Mens hats on a Thursday night.

I realised, though, that I was working next to a florists today & a trip next door to ‘Triffids’ produced a wonderful (and free!) bunch of flowers for my straw hat tonight. Thanks Mark!

I was in such a rush to get to Cornwall for 8pm that I raced out of work leaving my iPhone on the bench. Darren teased me because I depend on it for so many things. Tonight we couldn’t get directions or estimate our arrival time because I have an app for that. I couldn’t take photos because I have an app for that! He thought it was funny but soon said “Where’s the usual music Jim?” Yep. On my iPhone!

We were driving through heavy rain but I reassured him we never cancel and would simply dance indoors if necessary.

We did get to the Queen & Railway Inn on time and soon took over the darts area to dance in. There was a small audience of regulars who looked on in amazement as their pub was filled with Morris Dancing. I was straight up for (not very) Constant Billy. It was tight at times and we were bashing into each other during the heys and back to back. I held my own though! We did Old Black Joe, Abnals and Old Carew, and then I was back up for Shepherds Hey and Greensleeves. It had all gone well with locals and dancers enjoying the indoor Morris when Ian announced Headington Off. Surprising few of us, Ian led the dance around the pub once then shot out the front door into the street. We legged it around the side and managed to come in the back door with the musicians still playing! Well done everybody! We did have a good time and need to thank the Queen & Railway for a lovely welcome and for putting photos and a silent movie(?) on their Facebook page!

I have no idea how we got to The Pheasant in Newlyn East as I had no sat-nav and was simply trying to follow the others in the rain and falling darkness. I wasn’t fully convinced we were following the right person but thankfully we did arrive at the pub safely, and on time for Roger to direct me into the last parking space! Thanks. This was a lovely good sized pub with a lovely good sized audience and we did a recce to decide where to dance. Viv made friends with a couple who let us move their table to clear an area to dance in. The floor space was going to be fine. The roof space was another matter and a large wooden beam cut right through our dancing area. No worries! We danced anyway. I danced Balance the Straw, missing Room for the Cuckold and Valentine before joining in a squashed, 8 man, Vandals in the cramped space. I didn’t have any problem with the beam but it was funny to watch Ian and the other bigger blokes keep ducking as they ran around in the dances. Since it would be stupid to invite even more people to join us dancing in the cramped space, it was always going to happen. As usual we got members of the audience up for our off dance, Bonny Green.

The Pheasant was generous with ale for the dancers and we had barely started our music session in a busy front bar when hot food arrived too. Thank you landlord! There was a good crowd and we settled into a session with good folk classics such as ‘Let Union Be’ and ‘A Miners Life’. The first we sometimes disagree on the exact wording, but whereas ‘Mudcat’ records “Let union be in all our hearts, Let all our hearts be joined as one, We’ll end the day as we begun, We’ll end it all in pleasure.” They also suggest the original words were “Let union be in all our farms, Let all our farms be joined as one.” I reckon there’s probably a good story behind the song. Keeping the union theme, the latter is getting a big chorus now of “Keep your hands upon your wages, and your eye upon the scale” as the whole pub sings along each week.

With Vic and Pat missing tonight, there was space for Viv and Mick to lead the bulk of the singing wonderfully, but with songs from many others including Colin in the crowd. Thanks Colin. Chris was still trying out some new material but I preferred the familiar including our accordion and acoustic bass guitar version of ‘The Price of Love’.

The night went quickly again and soon Darren and I were on our long drive home to Plymouth.

Next week sees us back in Boscastle for the whole evening. 

Trigg and Boscastle go back a long way and we can normally look forward to a wonderful welcome back. 

Perhaps we’ll see you there.



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Trigg Blog 8th July 2010

Trigg Blog. 8 July 2010.


Oops! Terry gets hit!


For once I was organised and after a great drive up to the North coast, we got to Boscastle in plenty of time. The Napoleon is a lovely setting to dance and, blessed with beautiful weather again, we had a great audience. The bunting was up, and the little bit road in front of the pub was ideal for dancing. Ideal, that is, once the only traffic who happened to come that way had Chris move his chair and let . . erm . . me drive through!

I was straight up for Greensleeves, but retired to my camera to let the others grunt and grab their bits in Shepherds Hey! Dearest Dickie found some elegance without me but I was soon back up for Sheriffs Ride. After Jug by the Ear, I stepped into position for Brighton Camp with a big stick in my hand. There have been several broken fingers and bumps on heads over the years and Brighton Camp, with its constant turning and complex crashing of sticks, has been the main culprit. I chatted to Elsie in the audience, perched upon her sit-on walking frame. Since she’d reached 88 (or perhaps 89 . . ) I wanted her to be safe. I also reassured Terry that I wouldn’t hit him. Turns out I lied! Oops!. As we raced and turned, I swung around to find Terry facing the other way with his stick held over his head for me to hit. My stick already had momentum when he pre-empted the music and took his stick away ready to dash to his next position. Luckily I wasn’t already looking to my new position and tried, but unsuccessfully, NOT to hit him. With some reduction in force, I couldn’t help but skelp him squarely in the middle of his head with my large stick! Oops. Sorry Terry! Luckily, on this occasion, there was no blood or concussion or anything. Terry said it didn’t hurt. Good job it was only his head!

After Headington Off we headed down the hill to park up, and the team flowed through the village to our regular spot at the bridge. Trigg have danced regularly at Boscastle for well over 25 years and the bridge was always our favourite dance spot. Before the phone box was washed away, the competition to see how many Morris Men you could fit in (& on) a phone box was a feature of the visit! There’s no longer a phone box but by the time we were ready to dance, Elsie had already taken up position where she could watch us properly. “I’d like to dance with the Morris Men!” She told me. “I used to be a dancer you know!”

I was straight up for Wenford Bridge and Nutting Girl but had no puff left for Ring’o’Bells. I tried to get out of ‘The Rose’ but everyone knows I need the practice if I’m ever to stop falling over when we spin around! Once again I found myself opposite Phil for The (8 man!) Clock (well . . 9 if you include Vic with the . . erm . . clock!). New boy, Darrens excuses to avoid the teams signature tune, Bodmin Riding, were ignored and he was back up as I hid again behind my camera. The time had come to choose members of the audience to invite up to dance Bonny Green so who else could I choose but Elsie! With a little bit of help, we can make this an equal opportunities dance and in the past audience members have been encouraged with wheelchairs or, on this very spot a few years ago, without their guide dog! (In 2008, Dereks guide dog Brian looked on in puzzlement as his owner swung around the dance, guided by Trigg and grinning from ear to ear!) Elsie had been tapping her way through the programme and was determined to be up out of her seat and dancing. Holding hands, we danced forward and back, did a whole gip and a gypsy! Having done the hard bits, we exited gracefully and watched the others circle off and finish the dance. Thank you Elsie. You were a lovely partner! x

We also had in the audience, a New Zealand lady Morris Dancer, Janet from Taranaki Folk Club. I chatted to her as we walked. She enjoyed the evening very much and recognised many dances although her ladies team have their own lyrics where we sing “Here’s to the ladies we love them so well, though some are regular tartars. Off with their knickers and off with their bras and off with their bonny green garters!”

We settled easily into the Cobweb and with a drink on the house (Thank you landlord!) and after some wonderful home-made sandwiches we settled properly into our music session. The Cobweb always seems to have an audience singing heartily back at us and the pub was swelling to the regular selection of, many Cornish, folk songs. As always we had singers in the audience and John led a rousing version of Paddy lay Back. Thanks John. The evening whisked away particularly fast tonight and it seemed way too soon when we’d finished with our rocknroll numbers and were inviting the audience to put their “sweet lips a little closer to the phone” because, sadly, it was “time to go”.

Another great night with Trigg!


Next week we dance again at Lostwithiel Carnival. You’ll normally find us near the bridge around 8pm

then we’ll head to the Earl of Chatham to finish off.

We hope to see you all.  Jim.

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Trigg Blog 22nd July 2010

Do you want your old lobby washed down?


The programme said The Rising Sun at Altarnun.

Altarnun is a small village, I thought “How hard can it be to find the pub?”

On our third trip through the village, we were stopped by potential audience members who couldn’t find the Rising Sun either!

We all got there eventually and, despite our early arrival in the nearby village of Altarnun, Trigg were already up dancing. Darren and I quickly got our bells and wavers sorted out to join in. I caught some photos as Trigg followed The Black Joke with Old Black Joe, Duke of Grafton and Abnals but put my camera down to join in Shepherds Hey (The Fieldtown one, NOT that RUDE Bucknell one!). It was good to see Lyn back among the musicians with her gammy leg held out in front of her wheelchair! After Brannel we had a good audience to bow to, as we did the Headington Off.


I was comfortable heading off to the next gig using the sat-nav on my phone, but the road signs disagreed and pointed a different way to North Hill. I turned and, as the phone caught up with me!, found a lovely route through Cornish lanes & across farmyards, which brought us to The Racehorse Inn before the rest of the team. This was lucky because it turned out I had a mini convoy following me too! Some team members were still arriving as we set up on the road. It seemed like it might rain but since the musicians stood confidently out in the open, who were we dancers to complain!

The rain never came, we had a good audience tonight, and few interruptions from traffic wanting by. One lady driver seemed disappointed when we finished our dance and waved her through! After taking it easy at The Rising Sun, I made up for it by getting up to dance many of the Squires selections. We were making our way through a programme of Wenford Bridge, Blue Eyed Stranger and Sheriffs Ride, when I noticed that one audience member had TWO video cameras recording everything. I didn’t catch his name but apparently he was from a Horrabridge (nr Tavistock) team and was getting on record that Morris Dancers don’t all have their heads up their arses and they and the audiences DO have a lot of fun! After Greensleeves and Old Woman Tossed Up I was part of a team that I think did one of our best ever performances of Brighton Camp.

I hope he caught it on video! I didn’t smack anyone on the head with my stick this week. Come to think of it . . Terry was missing this week. Hmmm.

With an audience itching to get up and dance with us, the plan was changed and Bonny Green Garters saw us to the end of our dancing session, when we all made our way inside for the singsong.

We had plenty space to set up but had barely started when the food arrived, and kept coming. Lovely. All of it! Thanks landlord.

With Lyn sitting with her leg up, we found our starting theme. After a few suggestions, the evening commenced appropriately with ‘Hopping Down in Kent!’ “With the tee-I-ay, tee-I-ay, tee-I-ee-I-ay! I wonder what “the TIA” is?

The singing was great tonight and the audience included some very keen children whose faces alternated between pure joy and utter confusion as they danced the evening away to our repertoire. Viv again led with ‘Young Banker’ and everyone chorused loudly “Young banker he had such a handsome face, and all around his hat he wore a band of lace. Beside such an handsome head of hair, For my young banker I will go there”. I chuckled at Do you want your old lobby washed down? And we all joined in Chris’s ‘There was an old woman’ . . a better choice for the children than some of our usual songs! The Australians were catered for with Woollamalloo and Black Velvet Band and then Vic and I dabbled with Summertime Blues to let the rest of the musicians try it out. (Sounding good!).

We finished with our ‘This’ll be the Last Time’, medley with everyone at the bar singing along at the end of a great night. Next week’ll probably be the ‘Last Time’ all over again! Funny that! J


Darren was nervous as we whizzed home along the Cornish lanes. Perhaps I shouldn’t warn him about next weeks drive past Porthpean and down Pentewan Hill into the village square!


Trigg Blog 29th July 2010


If Darren was scared he didn’t show it!

I knew time was tight to try to get to Pentewan for 8pm when we didn’t get away from Plymouth until after 7. But I knew a shortcut. Instead of getting stuck in the through traffic after the Charlestown turn off, I swung left to follow The Whip by Porthpean & Lobb’s Shop to get to Pentewan. The sun was shining but the lanes got narrower and narrower until we flew round, over the brow of the hill, to drop quickly into Pentewan.

There was a huge crowd and the bunting was out for the Pentewan Gala weekend. 

The music had started and Trigg were already doing Balance the Straw as we rushed to put on our bells and wavers, and remembered to take off our hats. After Room for the Cuckold I was up quickly as two teams were called for Valentine. It’s a graceful dance, but we did our best! I stayed up after and growled my way into Vandals with the others and, just as I really needed to breathe, Nutting Girl was called. Two teams again. It was wonderful to dance and I’d warmed up now! I like Bodmin Riding but it really was time to catch my breath and I took some photos instead. I’d chatted to a young lady from The Kingdom of Fife, in Scotland, near where my family live so when we needed audience ‘volunteers’ for our off dance, Bonny Green, I asked her up, lending her my wavers (because they have the ‘magic’ in them!). Shush! Please don’t tell anyone about Scottish people doing English Folk Dancing.

Triggs final job at the Pentewan Gala each year is the Drawing, of the Raffle and we mingled with the crowd chatting and enjoying the lovely evening. Trigger, our horse, on the other hand, disappeared under a sea of smiling children. Serves you right Trigger!

It was dusk as we headed up past the Lost Gardens of Heligan to our second spot at St Ewe. I found a place in the large, overflowing car park and we settled outside ready to dance. While we get a wonderful audience, the disadvantage of such a busy venue is the difficulty getting Trigg all together inside later for our singsong. We always seem to manage though, and we got on with the dancing meantime. The audience gathered as the light fell and the team danced Young Collins. A swift segue into Shepherds Hey was prevented when a small dog suddenly lay down, in peaceful demonstration,  at Pete Philps feet waiting to have his tummy tickled!

(The dog, not Pete!). I danced Ring o Bells (losing my way only once in the hey!) and cleared the way when they announced a switch to the Bucknell version of Old Woman Tossed Up. I enjoyed The Clock (and yes, Vic had the clock this week!) dancing opposite Chris who wasn’t himself without Lyn to keep him right this week. I stood out for Constant Billy but novice dancer, Darren was going to be part of the team. Darren and Phil had hatched a plan. Since the squire, Ian, always pointed out that the novices had no decorations on their baldrics and told the audience NOT to watch the new guy in case he made any mistakes, Ian and Phil swapped baldrics! The dance was about to start and Ian was already talking to the audience when he suddenly noticed! “Aaah!” He announced, “Newcomer, Darren, now has a decorated baldric symbolising all the dances he has learned. Let’s watch him and see just how well he’s learned them!”

Darren did absolutely fine and, having only joined at the beginning of the season, is a great example of just how quickly you can start dancing and having fun at Morris Dancing. There was a surprise in store for the team and audience before the Princess Royal off dance. A Trigg member from many years ago, Simon was visiting and made it in time to give us a solo jig as night fell, before we danced off and into the pub for a singsong.

It was a lovely pub and we musicians even managed to find a corner to settle in and entertain ourselves and the audience. It was busy though, and by the time I’d managed to get something to drink, they’d finished Black Velvet Band and Vic had the pub singing along to Molly Malone. The Irish theme continued with Biddy Mulligan and Whisky in the Jar among others to take us to a wonderful supper provided by The Crown. Thank you landlord. As we emptied several large plates of sandwiches and chicken wings, the accordions etc were first to strike up the music again. I asked the song titles but with Bonny Kate, Colonel something and the Senopod Squaredance, given, I wasn’t sure I had good copy for the blog!

Ian led us in Triggs famous Banana Song with the audience finding the chorus and joining in (especially local girls Zena and Hannah who remained at the front for the rest of the evening, singing and dancing along to the music. Thanks girls.) With South Australia and Woolamalloo under our belt, Viv slowed things down with a lovely Country Roads. Ian spoiled the calm with a raucous Lily the Pink and Spirit in the Sky. A medley with Blueberry Hill and Livin’ Doll led us to the rocknroll session and Tutti Frutti. After Bad Moon Rising we finally slowed and ended the evening with “Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone . . “

Phew! Another great evening with Trigg Morris Men.

See you next week at Polperro.



Trigg Blog 5th August 2010

Trigg Blog. Thursday 5 August 2010.


For once Darren and I made it to the dance spot early. Everything came together and we were among the first to come down the hill and into the car park at the top of Polperro. It was a long walk down through the village to our dance spot,  but it was a nice evening and I followed the others down as I chatted to Dave & Tina. Tina was describing how they’d been involved in a slight traffic accident on the way home from Morris Dancing last week. She was stressed but Dave got out of the car to discuss the incident with the other couple involved. Tina suddenly noticed the couple looking at the way Dave was dressed as he stood there with his shirt undone & pulled out of his knee length trousers, and his knee high socks rolled down to his ankles. That was enough. “Dave” she said, “get back in the car”. “Dave! Please! Just get back in the car!”


We met up at our regular spot down by the harbor and a good crowd gathered as we assembled. One of our team, Rob, was resplendent [from resplendere to shine brightly, from re- + splendere to shine; see splendour] in a sort of green frock with a big pharmacy cross on the front. I thought he would have looked good with a wizards pointy hat but he insisted that this was his official attire as current Mayor of Polperro. Rob explained that it is a great honour to have this role (which goes back to the 17th century when the village used to elect the local drunk or tramp to the title!)

I was up for the first dance, Greensleeves and our audience filled the spaces around us. By the time I took some photos during Old Black Joe (everyone finished facing the correct way! Yay!) and got back up to mince (sorry, strut!) in Dearest Dickie, we discovered extra audience in the windows around us on both sides of the harbor. As the team got up to dance Jug by the Ear, there was some nervousness in the ‘props department’. The team (and, once prompted, the audience,) scanned the sky for suspicious looking seagulls following the incident last year when the plastic ear was thrown humorously into the air as part of the routine, and a seagull swooped down to snatch it! Following a good Brighton Camp we had lots of audience volunteers to join us for our off dance, Bonny Green.

Instead of retiring into a pub, it was a lovely evening to chat to the audience and to each other with tankards filled with beer from The Pilchard.

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As darkness fell and the lights gradually came on, the harbor looked beautiful. Soon though, it was 9 o’clock and time for our second spot in the same place. There was still a large audience with some new faces who’d missed the earlier dances. The team were in good spirits and we soon had Wenford Bridge and Blue Eyed Stranger under our belt. But then it was time for Abnals. This 8-man Lichfield dance isn’t our strongest but does look good! Several of us however were thinking how we should have paid more attention during the practice season! Never mind, it’ll be October soon. (Why don’t you join us?). I didn’t get up for The Rose this week but do finally seem to have found my feet in this dance, managing not to fall over any more. Full of (it seems, misplaced) confidence I got up for Old Carew. I started well but was trying to answer a question from my ‘oppo’ on my moves and totally missed the timing for my corner to dance out to the centre and back home to my corner again. With lots of encouragement (I think it was encouragement!) from the team and audience I did manage to finish in the right place following a sort of ‘corner-wiggle-corner’ movement! It was clear that I should leave Room for the Cuckold to the experts, and I satisfied myself by finishing with Headington Off.

On such a nice evening, we were in no hurry to rush off but, with the crowd slowly dispersing, we finally wandered through the village to settle down in The Ship for our regular sing-song. Darren & I had to bid our farewells and head off early but it looked like it was going to be another great music session.

Never mind. We’ll stay for the whole evening next week at The Red Lion in St Columb Major and The Falcon Inn at St Mawgan. Why don’t you join us?



Trigg Blog 12th August 2010

Trigg Blog. Thursday 12th August 2010.


We arrived on time at The Red Lion at St Columb, to discover that the party had started without us! To be precise, the party (St Columb Carnival) had started on the 7th and was now clearly picking up pace! It felt like the end of an ‘all day session’ rather than the beginning of a summer evening. We squeezed the car through the crowd and abandoned it with the others, joining the happy throng as we pulled on our bells and wavers. I did have a hat with flowers but it quickly disappeared onto a revellers head, although I spotted it periodically in the crowd during our spot.

Ian called two teams for balance the straw so I was straight up, most of us doing our warm up during the first verse, as usual! I decided to get my breath back and take some photos during Room for the Cuckold but discovered I’d left my camera on the kitchen table! Oops! (The camera on my phone did come to the rescue though! . . apologies for the quality). I wasn’t up for Valentine but stepped into the number six position as the, eight man, Vandals was announced. I stayed in position six for the lovely, but fast and very tiring, Nutting Girl but stepping dizzily aside at the end decided I should sit Bodmin Riding out to get my breath back for the off dance. Ian again called for two teams but when we discovered we didn’t have the 24 sticks we needed, I thought I’d got away with it. Ian gave the new boys a test. They were sent into the audience (risky!) to find props to use instead of sticks. Darren did well, quickly appearing back with two large inflatable hammers. Trevor had more of a challenge but this dance was clearly going to be performed tonight with a large helium filled helicopter as well!

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As I was called up to be the twelfth dancer, Chris decided to give me his sticks (and to prevent me stealing Lyns recorder. Sorry Lyn . . nice to have you with us tonight again though!) and find other props to dance with as well. Thanks Chris. For the ‘off dance’ we were sent into the fray . . sorry, audience . . for volunteers (we had actually been trying to keep enthusiastic . . well, drunk people . . safely out of range during our stick dances all evening!), I was dispatched to invite the lovely Lily Williams of Tywardreath, up to dance Bonny Green with us. She quickly demonstrated a talent for dancing, smiling and waving the hankies. Watch out Tywardreath Morris!

Leaving the crowd laughing, singing, cheering and . . erm . . scrapping!, we delicately reversed out onto the road and made our way to the Falcon at St Mawgan for our final set tonight. Despite the failing light there was a huge enthusiastic crowd waiting for us and we once again defied the local traffic as we took control of the main thoroughfare! After sitting out Young Collins, I got up for Shepherds Hey desperately trying to remember which one it was. Too late, I realised that I’d only danced it once or twice many years ago so would have to relearn it as I went along. Grunting, gripping, kicking and waving, I gradually found my way through with my best ever performance of the dance. I was still rubbish, but it was a personal best! J After Ring of Bells, I managed a break during Old Woman Tossed Up before returning, opposite Terry, for The Clock. (It was reassuring to be opposite Terry again. I hadn’t seen him since I hit him on the head at Boscastle!). I stayed up for Constant Billy, dancing opposite Darren. With some very fast complex sticking, I gave Darren the advice the more experienced dancers gave me when I was a novice. “ Hold the stick still and let me time the hits to the butt and tip”. It’s difficult not to try though, and Darren was soon waving his stick around frantically, wondering why he was hitting my stick with his knuckles! Sorry Darren! With the audience joining our second performance of Bonny Green, we danced off into the pub!

With jugs of beer appearing throughout the evening (thanks landlord!) and a Welsh contingent in our midst, it was destined to be a good night for singing.

After inviting the landlord to go “down to your cellar and bring up a barrel” we soon had Sydney up for a classic.

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How well do you know Trigg Morris? Now. Try to imagine them as “poor little lambs, who’ve lost our way”! No? Me neither!

 But hey! Watch this! The irony of  Micks “water drinkers are dull arses!” in When we Meet Together came to me when he reluctantly requested a soft drink later because he was driving. What about orange juice? It was great to have John (Taffy) with us tonight too, and we had the chance to get the whole pub belting out Delilah with us once again. With songs from Pat, Chris, Vic, Mick and Ian, as well as Nigels rendition of “Keep your hands upon your wages” from the audience, we wound our way to the end of the evening with Goodnight Irene and This’ll be the Last Time. As I was leaving, there was still some singing going on, but I understand that’s normal when Nigel’s in the audience!

Thanks everyone for another great night.

We’ll see you next week on the quay at Mevagissey.




Trigg Blog 2nd Sep 2010

Trigg Blog. Thursday 2nd September 2010.


Hi chums. Sorry I missed you the past couple of weeks. I had hoped to see you at Mevagissey but missed it when I had to rebook my cancelled Edinburgh flights. Anyway I’m home from my holiday in Scotland and trying to remember to speak slowly enough to be understood again.

Darren and I actually arrived at Bodinnick early tonight. There’s a first! As we came close we could see Fowey on the other side of the river looking lovely in the fading sunlight. I’ve been to Fowey many times but this was my first time on the other bank. We found the team assembling outside The Old Ferry Inn but we had to drive past them and all the way up the hill to park. The views as we walked back down were amazing.

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I took the chance to look out over the busy estuary watching the ferry, gigs and sailing boats moving on the dark water, against the Fowey town lights. We were dancing on the steep hill and I was straight in for Balance the Straw. I reckon gravity pulled all of us down the hill as the dance went on. I joined the gathering audience as the light finally faded while the team danced Old Black Joe and Dearest Dickie before I got up again for Sheriffs Ride. Afterwards we made sure Darren got up for Jug by the Ear which again proved pretty tricky on the slope. I did Brighton Camp before we finished with Bonny Green, the audience members proving most unenthusiastic to join us dancing on such a steep hill. After we made our farewells we really discovered how long and steep the hill was as we felt like roping ourselves together for the long climb back up the hill to our cars.

I left from the top of the village but discovered that if you don’t reset your sat-nav, it’ll keep trying to bring you back to the same place! Soon though we were in a convoy heading to Lanreath. We nearly came a cropper as we swung into the car park and pulled up sharp behind Rob who was scrabbling on the slope. He hasn’t crashed into me yet this season. I thought my time had come.

The Punchbowl is a coaching inn dating back to 1620. I like the ‘feel’ as we dance outside with the huge sign creaking and the dark church towering over us in the gloom. Darby and Joan – like, Lyn and Chris R were abandoned in darkness on the pavement opposite.

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Hand in hand when our life was May

Hand in hand when our hair is grey

Shadow and sun for every one,

As the years roll on;

Hand in hand when the long night tide

Gently covers us side by side–

Ah! lad, though we know not when,

Love will be with us forever then:

Always the same, Darby my own,

Always the same to your old wife Joan.



Actually, they’re not married to each other at all but we just thought it looked funny! They were soon joined by the rest of the musicians and we got the dancing underway with Wenford Bridge and Blue Eyed Stranger before I too was up for the 8-man Lichfield dance, Abnals. After Old Carew, Ian called for two teams for Bodmin Riding. I stood up but was initially rejected as I wasn’t one of the men chosen to do the demonstration dance in St Austell town centre at the Ring Meeting on Saturday. In fact several of the ‘chosen’ were missing and I was one of several ‘second best’ dancers that Ian had to make do with. I reckon I danced it perfectly! We had a good  audience and since local lady, Janets visitors Eliza, Emily and Kate from Melbourne seemed keen to try it, we switched our off dance to Bonny Green (from Princess Royal) to give them the chance to join us. They were also close in support as we headed into the pub for our sing-song.

Our dance night before a ring meeting is often quiet as we save energy (and try to keep enough clean shirts, wavers and socks!) but we had a good turnout tonight. Vic and Mick were both missing though and I miss their strength in singing many of the traditional Cornish songs. Viv once again took a strong lead in this though and the pub gave loud chorus. We had a great singsong led at times by Pete, both Chris’s, Ian and Pat, and finally Roger produced an appropriate recitation for our new Australian friends.

It was soon time to go again though and I got into the car, abandoning Darren to Ian so he could help prepare for the Ring Meeting, and drove home alone, already thinking ahead to the weekend.

It was a lovely night, but this weekend promises even more fun with a host of Morris Dancers from all over England joining us in St Austell for a weekend of drinking, dancing, music & mayhem. Perhaps we’ll see you there.



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