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On Saturday night I got to witness one of the Minnesota Traditional Morris team's traditions, that of the Abbots Bromley. It was very neat, though I wish I had been able to see my leman dance the part of the Archer as had been planned. It progressed from C Gate to behind Como Cottage, First Aid, the Irish Cottage, the meadow in front of Bad Manor, past Troubador Stage to the Cartwheel Cove, up behind the Front Gate, then up though the parade gate to the hill where the cannon lives, where we may have interrupted a full moon ritual. Then back to the Knoll for American Expansion era songs from one of the crafter tag-alongs, and the almost-Archer only avoided getting chewed out by the flautist because she 'was just glad he wasn't hurt or something.'

In other Morris news, I'm going to try and make their Pissing Rock unisex. I was able to find a spot off to the side where there is a cleft in the rocks that would be good for squatting, and I've left a roll of toilet paper in a plastic baggie and weighted down with a rock within arms reach. It will be interesting to see what the Morris men think of the idea.

In non-Morris news, I'm confirmed as the manager for King of the Crowns in TRF. I probably won't need to put a hitch on my car as the tent and all the display racks and such will stay in Minnesota, so if nothing else, we'll end up shipping whatever product I can't fit in my car down to the faire.