The parade through the town takes a good half hour and my two girls danced their way round before joining the arch which all the dancers pass through. There was beer flowing, dancers clogging, sticks doing what sticks do best and hitting each other and musicians in every pub. Next year, we are going to take the whole weekend and camp! Here's a just a few of my photo's from the wonderfully bizarre english tradition.
|Morgan enjoying being part of the Arch.|
|Branwen - arms getting tired!|