From thence, on to the fete at Venton House where Liability (centre, sitting)and Comb-Over (left, standing)were doing their charitable bit, staffing the raffle stall and cruelly failing to sell me a winning ticket. They sold me a ticket alright, just not a winning one.There was a traditional maypole and, the thing I really really liked, a human fruit machine. The three ladies charged 50p a go; the punter rings a bell and they go into an arm rolling routine whilst chanting "One-Two-Three-Four. When you gonna ring the bell?" When said punter rings the bell again, they stop rolling their arms and dip into the small fruit bowl in front of them. If they all get the same fruit, punter wins! Brilliant.Afore long, Dozybean and I took the path over the hill to Kingsand and Cawsand for the afternoon's festivities. And for the first of several pints (hangover now sufficiently receded).
The Rising Sun is the Black Prince's traditional first port of call on May Day. Dozy and I watched from atop the low wall in front of the pub.We particularly liked the tea chest bass played by one of Cat's Eye Morris.
Soon enough, it was best foot forward to The Devonport (currently closed for re-furb, so no pint at this stop).But we did get a grand display from the famed Cornish Wreckers Morris; Morris dancing with attitude. I love these guys.We skipped the dances outside the Halfway Inn because there's so little room, it's almost always impossible to see what's going on and instead headed straight over to The Cross Keys, stopping briefly in Moran's deli and cafe/restaurant on Garrett Street to partake of a bag of take away chips each. Naughty and very nice.
In Cawsand's Square there was, of course, more dancing and more drinking.Not entirely unexpectedly, the dancing included an impromptu audience participation dance; our neighbour Gay was an early volunteer.And, finally, the culmination of the day's dancing, drinking and singing. The launch of the Black Prince into Cawsand Bay; the flower boat takes winter out with it and so summer can come to the land. Here's the official Millbrooker video of the event.
The musicians kept playing as another ale was demolished.
We met up with Dong and Shazzerooneypoos for a last beer (or two), and a finale in The Riser before clambering up and over the hill back to Millbrook.
I say it every year, I just love Black Prince Day.